She relaxed the muscles in her arms hoping to lull him into loosening his grip. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, and tightened his grip even more. “I know you can use a knife,” he said, not releasing her. “But don’t compliment yourself by thinking you ever had a chance to kill me.”
“Really? Because of your skill and patience? Your little mind games?”
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