ODESSA’S POV

The glint of steel was the first thing I saw.

The woman’s smile didn’t waver as her hand slipped beneath the folds of her apron, drawing the knife in one swift motion. Lucas was standing too close, unaware.

“Lucas, look out!” I shouted, throwing myself forward. My palms struck his chest, shoving him to the ground just as the blade came down.

The cold kiss of steel tore into me instead.

A sharp gasp ripped from my throat as pain exploded through my abdomen. The force ...