Author's POV

His eyes glared at Elisha, cold and icy. He had Jenine in his arms, his left hand around her neck, his right holding a dagger to her throat. The blade glistened in the light of the bulb.

Elisha took a step forward. “I said let her go. Now.”

“I'd think twice about that,” he pressed the tip of the blade against her neck. “Take a step closer and I'll nick this vein in her throat and let her bleed out.”

Jenine whimpered. She held her breath as the cold, steel blade ...