Love Like Knives
“I always knew it would end like this,” Hadley said, his voice strained. “With your knife at my throat.”
Mona laughed with delight—a sound he’d heard often.
Her eyes, black as tar, glinted in the moonlight as she bore down on him, rocks digging into his back.
He’d dreamed of Mona having her way with him, some day, but of course her way was this—the steel of her blade was cool against his skin, and if his throat bobbed when he swallowed, it would draw blood.
But, for the first time since he met the elven assassin, when she joined his boss’s crew, he wasn’t afraid of her.
“My, my, Hadley,” she cooed, leaning in so close he could almost kiss her. “How very wrong you are about all of this.”
“Then enlighten me,” he said with a gruff laugh.
Steel pressed harder against his skin but didn’t break it, and her lips curled into a smile, hovering over his.
“This isn’t the end, my dear; it’s only the beginning.”
— Excerpt from “Love Like Knives” by @MadleyStan194