Chapter 9 A Silent Surrender
- He opened his eyes slowly, as if the cold touch of the blade were a mere trivial annoyance. His gaze met hers, dark, intense, brimming with silent audacity.
- Without a word, Vincenzo’s hand reached for her, his fingers intertwining firmly around the knife’s handle.
- “Let me show you where to cut,” he murmured, his voice low, husky, almost an invitation.