Chapter 98 Orphanage Home

• Kyle stepped closer and gently took the knife from my hand, though I wasn’t even sure when I had let go. My fingers loosened on instinct, as if they no longer belonged to me.
• Without a word, he walked over to where Freya was still on her knees. Then, to my surprise, he crouched in front of her. He didn’t look at her right away. Instead, he stared at the knife in his hand, his expression unreadable.
• “So… you were planning to drive this through my chest?” he asked quietly, his tone calm, just too calm. His eyes never left the blade as he traced its sharp edge with his index finger, completely unbothered by the risk of cutting himself.