Perry's POV
"You want me dead?" I smile gently at her, unfazed by her confession. After all, this isn't the first time I've heard this particular wish from her lips. "Alright. But you'll need to help me."
I rise from my seat and walk into the bedroom, retrieving a knife before returning to her. The blade gleams as I place it in her trembling hands.
"Here. Do it." I settle back down in front of her, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. "Kill me if it'll satisfy your rage. I don't want this life if you don't want me in it."
I wrap my fingers around hers, guiding the weapon she holds. The intimacy of the gesture sends electricity through my veins, even in this moment.
"One swift cut." I press the sharp edge against my throat, feeling the cool metal bite into my skin. "Or you could pierce my neck and watch me bleed out."
Her eyes flutter with something—emotion, perhaps—and I cling to that flicker like a drowning man.
