She sped to them, and before Azriel could decipher what was going on or stop her, she unsheathed one of them and held it to her palm.
Azriel held up two palms to her. "Pen, don't." He said very slowly, yet taken aback by how escalated things became.
"Don't come near me or I will cut my palms up before you have a chance to read anything," Penelope warned, shocked at the audacity in her voice, then quickly added, "my Lord."
"So there is something she actually told you." Azriel said.
"She didn't want the King to know, my Lord. I honour my promises with my life."
"Even if such promises would cause more harm than good? You are making a mountain out of a molehill. Zavian and I are trying to help her." Azriel said, and took a step toward her.
Penelope pressed the sharp edge of the knife to her palm. "Don't."
