*Constance*

He suddenly shoved away from me, his face red with anger. I heard him curse under his breath as he marched in the opposite direction.

He turned to me and, still scowling, said, “That’s better. Now, defend yourself!”

Silas flew forward, his feet seemingly never touching the ground. Just as he closed in on me, I sidestepped and managed to slice his arm with the knife.

He turned on his heels and looked down once at the wound. He smiled ...