THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Shein's jaw tightened-of all the people to catch her, it had to be these two. Frustration burned hot in her chest, but she kept her face still, eyes sharp as glass.
Kidd shifted beside her, pulling a thin, sharp knife from his pocket and pressing the blade to her throat. Kieran stood a few feet back, his gun aimed steady at her forehead. The metal was cold against her skin; the barrel felt like a hard, unblinking eye.
She sat slumped on the basement floor, her gaze fierce and unflinching-no trace of fear in her expression. That alone made the twins wary. No one broke into Lucian's mansion on a whim... and worse-had she already done damage they couldn't see?
"Talk," Kieran's voice was flat as ice. "Or I'll carve your eyes out."
"I haven't done anything-augh!" A sharp sting pricked her neck as the blade bit deeper.
Kidd pressed harder without hesitation. He felt no pity-they were barely more than strangers, and he'd never liked her much to begin with.
