“What the f**k is it?” I growled as I neared Bernard, seeing that he was awake. His eyes gleamed in the faint moonlight, and I kicked him in the ribs. His resultant yelp felt exhilarating, and I grinned savagely as I brandished the kitchen knife, making sure that he caught the shine of the blade. Unwilling to squat down and put myself within spitting or biting distance, I stood a few steps away, plastering an ugly sneer on my face.
“N-n-nothing,” Bernard stuttered, even though his own expression said something quite different. Jealousy was written all throughout the defiant set of his mouth and the glint of his eyes as he glared at me.
“What did you see?” I asked again, this time switching my grip on the knife as though I were holding a dagger instead. I held it up a little higher,
