Lucy's eyes widened, feeling the cold metal that touched her skin.
"You dare try to kill me. I will make sure the royal highness knows how it feels to have his daughter torn into little pieces," threatened the man, and Lucy couldn't help but curse herself for her bad luck.
"You were the one who started by telling you were going to kidnap me," Lucy muttered under her breath. "You think you will be left alive if you kill me? My father will kill you."
Lucy had grown up with too much love and care, because of which she wasn't aware of the danger that lurked outside the castle.
Lucy's hair was pulled back by the man, and she felt the slight pinch on her neck because the sharp edge of the knife had grazed against her soft skin.
"She's right. You should let her go," came a voice from above them.
