C71 Cephus' POV

Cephus’ POV

The knife lands with precision right where I expect it to—just shy of cutting her ear off. A breath of an inch closer, and she would have been one ear short.

Her eyes are as wide as saucers. Fear is rooted deeply in them, and I know she thinks I’m going to kill her. She thinks that one of these many knives is meant for her.

She is wrong