Aria's/Lysara's POV

The coppery tang of my own blood stung my nostrils as she pushed the sharp knife to my neck. It didn't hurt yet, but still, being one mistake of her fingers away from death didn't seem like the best situation.

I still didn't know what she’d found out to get her so worked up and flashing her knife for my face, so I decided to play it cool. Yet my chin trembled as I spoke.

“What is this all about?” I asked, my eyes making quick rounds between her face and her knife, ...