The knife trembled in Mila's hand. "Don't come any closer," she warned again.
Dominic didn't stop. He took another step closer to her as if he knew she wouldn't use it on him.
Behind her, the guards shifted restlessly. They were ready to jump on her and snatch the knife at any minute. But one sharp look from Dominic froze them in place.
Mila's chest rose and fell rapidly as Dominic got closer. There was no hesitation in his eyes, not a trace of fear. It horrified her more than anything.
"I already hurt someone," she snapped. "If you come any closer, I'll hurt you, too."
"You are not going to use it." The certainty in his voice ignited something fierce inside her.
Maybe Mila couldn't hurt him. Even if she tried, he would defuse her attack. But she could hurt herself and force him to step back.
"You think I won't?" she shot back. "You underestimated me."
She put the knife to her throat.
