Chapter 28 Sacrifices

• Regaining my voice, I shook my head vigorously, "NO... N... I... swear... The... there was—"
• Still, he made no move, staring at the floor where Thorstein had stood, scrutinizing, and with each passing second, the idea of jumping out the window seemed more tempting. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. He could see it. I was sure he could.
• Knight strolled casually to the window, pushing the curtains aside and looking out, gazing below as he stood motionless. Then I heard him chuckle—a heartless, low-timbre sound that sent ripples down my spine.