Chapter 130

Danyal's POV: Carina steps back, her feet stumbling slightly below her. She keeps glancing between the blade and the crimson cut on Theron's arm. And I watch in amazement as the blade flickers in and out of her hand, the dark shadows quickly swirling back and forth as the blade appears and disappears. The blades lands in her hand once more, and in one quick motion, she flicks her wrist so the sharp edge digs into Theron's neck. Her eyes are dark and wild. "We should kill him." Theron's shudders against the blade, his fear much more evident now. "No! Please, I can be of use!" Carina leans in close and glares down at him, the knife twitching anxiously in her hand. Determination fills her, pushes her on. "How?" "Ask me...ask me anything," he sputters. "Danté wants to kill me, how will he do it?" Carina doesn't hesitate before she speaks, the sentence rolls off her lips with practiced ease. And while