Evy didn’t stand a chance; Cairo wasn’t distracted at all. He swiftly grabbed her wrist and squeezed it until she had no choice but to release the knife.

"I'm always alert, dear," he said.

Moments later, he released her, and she sat back down in her chair, clutching her painfully throbbing wrist. Cairo stood, moved her plate and utensils away, then placed a bowl of soup in front of her.

"You can have soup, priestess."

He sat back down and observed her.

"I'm ...