The stiletto dagger glittered enticingly to her and just within fingertips reach—it seemed to be calling her. What else could possibly be the best weapon for her except this one?
'She must lift her own blade and strike?'
Why did those words sound so familiar… and she was already reaching for it before she even realized it. The Queen of Heart's gaze sharpened on the King of Spades, "What do you call this?"
Alfred Villeuce lifted a brow at her, a perplexed expression crossing his face, "It's a stiletto—"
"I know that. But why are you giving me a dagger?" Her lips curled down into a frown as she watched the man's body movement before her. What was his purpose for this?
He chuckled, "I did tell you that it was a present, a far more useful one than what His Majesty of Diamonds had given you."
