The knife trembled in Nathalie's grip, her breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps as she pressed the blade against my throat. Her eyes were wide, wild with fear and desperation, but her voice was fierce, trembling with the weight of her words.
"I'll kill you," she hissed, her knuckles white, her body shaking with the effort to keep her hand steady.
I chuckled, low and dark, the sound rumbling through my chest. Beside me, Angela let out a soft, mocking laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
They both knew the truth—nothing Nathalie did could hurt me. Tyler's voice cut through the tension, raw and shattered. "Mother... no..." His sobs filled the room, his body straining against the bed, his face twisted in agony as he watched the scene unfold.
I looked at Nathalie, my gaze unflinching, my voice a velvety taunt. "Why don't you try?"
