Maisie
Seven months ago...
I woke up to the cold kiss of metal to my throat.
My eyes snapped open and intense blue eyes bore holes into mine. Kisten Hunt's face hovered just inches away in the dark, but there was something cold and dead inside them, something that made me realize immediately that this wasn't going to be some weird reunion.
Kisten had been sent to kill me.
I was so used to pain, I risked it, slitting my own neck on the knife just so I could slam my forehead into his nose. He jerked back with a snarl and I twisted as hard as I could, sending us crashing sideways off the bed.
Pain flared across my neck and I felt my blood dribble down my skin, but Kisten was already moving and so was I, driving my knee up, my fingers clawing for his eyes, for anything soft. He grunted and caught my wrist, slamming it into the floorboard hard enough that the knife skittered away.
We rolled.
