There was a dagger against my neck. I could feel its point at the bottom edge of my ear. It was the main reason I suddenly woke up from my deep sleep. The first thing I saw was the familiar pair of brown eyes of Karlo.

“You shout, and you die,” he threatened me coldly, the dagger tightening in his grip.

“Karlo…” I called softly. “Please…”

I sat on the bed, but the dagger was still on my neck. My room was only illuminated by the lampshade from the side table. The main lights ...