don’t want to hurt me—”
“Easy, there? Is that like ‘Whoa, girl’? I’m not a
horse.” She brought the tip of the knife to rest against
his Adam’s apple. “As to my not wanting to hurt
you…yeah—” she pushed hard enough that his skin
gave way with a faint pop, like pricking a grape
“—actually, yeah. I really do want to hurt you.”
“I have information—”
She dug the tip a little deeper, effectively cutting off
his attempt to bargain.
“You stay nice and quiet, Marin. For the moment,
if you stay quiet, you stay alive. You speak when I tell
you to, and not before. If I want to hear what you have
to say, I’ll let you know.” She watched a rivulet of
blood snake along his pale skin, the urge to reach out
and catch it on her finger—or better yet, on her
tongue—was nearly overwhelming. It had been too
long since she’d fed. Finally, she raised her gaze to his.
“Nod, just so I know you understand.”
EVE SILVER
47
He nodded—a spare movement, because anything
more might just slit his throat.
The only sounds in the room were the harsh rasps of
Marin’s breathing and the soft shush of metal on cloth
as Roxy wiped the tip of her blade clean on the pillowcase.
Deftly, she slit away a long, wide strip, sliced it in
two and sheathed the knife. The she grabbed Marin’s
hair, yanked his head back, wadded one piece of the
pillowcase into a ball and shoved it his mouth, using
