“She pulled out a knife from somewhere and pressed the side of the blade into my neck.
Jesus. She must be fun in bed.
I grinned. “You won’t hurt me.”
“And why not?”
“Because we’re friends.”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word!” she snapped. “You don’t care about me!”
“I would kill for you,” I shot back, getting in her face.”
―
Penelope Douglas,
Kill Switch