HAZEL STYLES POV

He was looking straight at me. Not at the knife I was holding, just straight up staring into my eyes. He really didn't care that I could kill him.

Or maybe he did. There was no telling what went on in his head. This was probably all a game to him

I gritted my teeth and then brought the knife down, my eyes clenching shut.

Breathing hard through the lump in my throat, I slowly opened my eyes and met his gaze, the rage in my chest lessening.

Russet eyes met mine and I ...