(Olivia's POV)

But my hand shook uncontrollably as I held the silver dagger above Alexander's chest. Panic and fear seized me like ice-cold chains around my heart.

My forehead broke out in a cold sweat as I stared down at his peaceful sleeping face. I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to stab him while he lay defenseless.

Defeated by my own conscience, I retreated to the sofa and dropped the dagger onto the coffee table. The metal clattered against the glass surface ...