Then to her horror, he reached past her, toward the bookshelf beside the bed. Her breath hitched as his fingers closed around the hilt of a dagger, its blade glinting in the dim light.
"You're very pretty". He murmured, turning the weapon over in his hand. "And it would be such a waste for you to die here so… wastefully."
He then tilted his head. "Tell me who sent you, and I might spare you."
Fear coiled in her stomach, but beneath it, something else flickered, anger.
At his threats.
Scarlet-cheeked and furious, Peizhi glared up at him. "I already told you! No one sent me! I don't even know where I am! And you. . . you just tried to strangle me without even investigating my side of the story! What kind of unearthly behavior is that?"
Her outburst seemed to startle him, if only for a fraction of a second.
But then her gaze dropped down to his robes, to the intricate embroidery along the hem.
Her blood almost turned to ice.
