Chapter 151
Annalise
Demonis’s words still hung in the air, thick and suffocating, wrapping around me like chains.
But I wasted no time.
My fingers darted beneath the pillow, closing around the cool, smooth hilt of the dagger.
In one swift movement, I unsheathed it, the blade singing against the silence of the room as I slashed upward.
The sharp edge sliced through his skin.
A deep gash, running from the top of his cheek to the bottom of his jaw.
Black liquid dripped from the wound, dark and thick, ruining his flawless face.
For a split second, my breath hitched.
I had done it.
I had—
But then—
His grip never loosened.
Not even an inch.
If anything, it tightened.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the realization hit me like a storm.
He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t in pain.
He was
