"I wasn't supposed to say that, but I guess what's done is done! Not like you'll be alive to tell anyone about it anyway," she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. She dragged her tongue slowly along the edge of the blood-stained dagger, letting the crimson liquid smear across her lips. But as soon as the metallic tang hit her tongue, she spat it out with a disgusted grimace, her expression twisting. "What the hell? Whose blood is this? Tastes like crap!"
I kept my focus on her, my eyes locked onto every subtle shift in her stance. The others who surrounded me had no weapons that could threaten me—no, all they had were fists and blunt tools, nothing that could pierce my Guardian's defenses. But that dagger in her hand? That was different. It was a power dampener, designed to seal and weaken abilities, and right now, it was the only thing that could make me vulnerable.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, not for a second.
