The room suddenly plunged into dead silence.
Carlos's fingers had somehow already grasped the fruit knife that had been tossed to the ground by D.
The blade flashed a cold arc in the sunlight, the next moment it was already pressed against D's throat.
"Carlos! How dare you!" D's voice for the first time showed an obvious tremor, her red lips slightly quivering.
Carlos's hand was frighteningly steady, the tip of the knife didn't move a bit, resting on D's carotid artery.
His eyes colder than the blade: "I've already died once, what else is there to be afraid of?"
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a sharp line of light between the two.
There was no expression on Carlos's pale face: "Rather than being threatened by you, we might as well perish together."
D's breathing noticeably quickened, her fingers slightly curling.
She stared firmly into Carlos's eyes, trying to find a hint of wavering, but those eyes were as cold as the polar ice, unfathomable.
