Chapter 4: Cut Me and See

He locked the door, put the blade against his own throat, and smiled at me. "Every wound I take, you feel," Dario Moretti said. "Every wound you take, I feel. So let's stop lying to each other, Miss Ashford. I'll go first." And he pressed down. I screamed before the blood came. My throat lit up like someone had drawn a razor across it—a line of pure white agony under my jaw, and my hands flew up to a wound that wasn't there, and I screamed, and the sound of it was the most honest thing...