I looked at the knife and sighed. "You know I've had weapons pointed at and used on me a lot in the last few years. You pointing a knife at me really doesn't scare me." Lloyd had moved to stand protectively in front of me.
Jayden smirked. "You really think he's going to be able to stop me?"
"Actually, he can but he won't unless I tell him to. See he knows how badly I want to be able to have my family. And the fact that random ones like you keep popping up is getting old."
"Y/n, quit talking to her," Lloyd growled. "She wants to hurt you and you're acting like she isn't currently pointing a knife at you."
I smiled at my husband and inclined my head. "Babe, you know how many people have pointed knives at me. Hell I was tortured, remember? Twice."
"And I lost you the second time!"
"And I was brought back," I reminded him. I reached around him and plucked the knife out of Jayden's hand. Then frowned. Why did she let go so easily? Her grip had been loose enough that I didn't even have to tug on it. It just came free. "You say you want to kill me, I can feel your hatred for me, and yet you let go of the knife easily." I looked at her. "What do you actually want?"
Her eyes turned cold. "I didn't let go!"
I ignored her as I studied the knife. I knew whose knife this was. I was tortured with it. Liam's knife. "Where did you...get this?" I asked.
She looked confused. "I found it."
"No," I said slowly. Lloyd was also looking at me in confusion. "This is Liam's knife. I was tortured and killed by it years ago. Where did you get this?"
"It was in an old warehouse. It looked cool so I grabbed it."
I was watching her closely then turned on my heel and walked away. Lloyd followed me. "Are you sure its the same blade?" Lloyd asked.
I looked at him. "I think I would know the blade that killed me, Lloyd."
"I know that. But what makes you so sure?"
I glared and showed him the gold jewel on the handle with a crack in it. "Because the blade he used had this."
He studied it. "Damn. I wasn't really paying attention to the knife. Just that you were dying."
I chewed my lip as I think. "What if he isn't dead?"
Lloyd grabbed the knife from my hand and put it on the nightstand. Then he wrapped his arms around me. "Nightmare ate him, remember? He's dead."
"He could have been brought back though!"
"No one in their right mind would do that, Y/n"
But something in me was telling me he was back and I doubt he'll just be coming after me this time.