Olivia

“me.” He lifts the knife, and we both watch it gleam under the cabin lights. “You need to pay for hurting me.” He decides. “I want you to hurt, too.”  Shit. I stumble a step back, my eyes on the knife tip. “X—”  “Fuck you,” he snarls, and stabs me.  I scream as I feel the knife slice into my hip. Oh my God. Oh my God. I didn’t think he’d actually do it. X yanks the knife out, and I shout as the serrated edge cuts into my skin. Blood gushes up from”
― Lily Gold, Triple-Duty Bodyguards