Skylar's POV:
"Hand over Skylar or the boy dies." I hear a malicious voice that came from the helicopter door.
I gasped once I caught sight of Kirk holding up a knife to the neck of an already bleeding Mark. His right thigh was slashed and even though I wasn't quite sure of whether or not it was a deep cut, it was enough to make my hands turn into fists.
Taking a brave step forward to completely face him, I felt a hand quickly grab onto my wrist. Looking at the person with just my eyes and not moving my neck, I saw Julia with wary yet calm eyes. However, I was able to see through her silent facade that she was panicking.
"Don't do it." Julia muttered at me.
Silently, I let my wrist slip away from her soft grip and took another step towards Kirk as my eyes were train
