“But you didn’t,” he said.
Pulling the dagger free, he placed it in her hand. Sitting behind her, Seth ran his hand along her forearm. Bringing her hand back, he positioned her wrist as it extended behind her.
“The trick is to let go at the right time. The knife should have a full rotation before reaching its target. Don’t flick your wrist, it’s a slow, smooth motion.”
He brought her hand forward, mimicking the path she should use.
She practiced once before he touched her arm again.
“For short-range throws, like this one, you might want to hold the blade.”
He pressed her pointer and thumb into the flat of the blade’s tip.
“Try it.”
Adria pulled her hand back and tried to keep her wrist straight as she threw the knife. It pierced the air and struck the wall in front of her.
It wasn’t as accurate as Seth’s, but Adria could see the blade dug deeper into the wall than her previous throw.
“Good one,” Seth said, getting up and grabbing the knife.
He flipped it in the air, easily catching it on the blade’s end before throwing it again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. “It didn’t even make sense. It was a bunch of crazy crap mixed together.”
“Dreams are like that,” Seth said, handing her the blade.
She pulled his hand close to her, and ran the tip of the knife along his outstretched palm.
“I could have hurt you,” she said, voice feeling heavy.
His pupils dilated, and she could see his breathing shift.
“That’s okay,” he said.
Adria poked the tip of the blade into his middle finger. She didn’t break skin but enjoyed the way his flesh dipped under the sharp point.
“You could mark me,” Seth said.
And Adria’s eyes snapped to meet his.
Seth flushed under her gaze and looked down. “I mean only if you wanted to.”
She tilted her head. “What makes you want me to mark you?”
Seth flushed a deeper shade of red and shook his head. “Never mind, forget it.”
Adria’s hand reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. She put more bite in her tone. “Tell me now.”
Seth swallowed. “I just want you to feel like you own me, too. So maybe you’ll feel comfortable being with me, without Bryson or Kay.”
Adria could feel her expression softening.
“Why do you think I don’t?”
He shifted. “At the hotel…”
