Chapter 14 Sasha

• I underestimated my prisoner.
• Panting heavily, I grip Katerina against my body. We're sandwiched tight, her heartbeat rattling against mine. Still, she continues her struggle, working to get the knife into my flesh. I give her wrist a sharp squeeze and she cries out. The knife clatters loudly at our feet. I don't look; I'm focused on her face, watching her frustration as it continues to boil over.
• "And what, I wonder," I whisper in amazement, "do you think will happen to you if my guards find me dead and you are holding the knife?"