"Going somewhere, my love?"
Sarah froze, her heart slamming hard against her ribs. The dagger in her hand suddenly felt heavier than steel as she turned slowly to face him.
Sebastian stood a few feet away, shirtless. His hair was dishevelled, and his eyes gleamed with a dangerous mixture of hurt and fury.
"I'm leaving you tonight, Sebastian." Sarah's voice was calm but laced with fire. Her fingers tightened around the dagger grip as she pointed it towards him while stepping out of the cottage. "And the only thing that's going to stop me is this dagger buried in your heart."
Sebastian chuckled darkly, taking a slow step forward, both his hands raised in the air as he studied her, looking for any weakness.
"Come on Sarah. You won't kill your husband. That would only make you a widow."
