The glass was just inches away from her eye.
The woman's face turned pale. Fear etched itself across every corner of her expression, but not a single word left her lips. Xia Yuqing tightened her grip and moved the glass closer.
The woman flinched. Her breathing quickened. She was scared—truly, deeply scared. One more push, and the jagged glass would pierce through her eye. But still, she didn't open her mouth.
Then, in a flash, her hand moved. A small dagger slipped out from her sleeve, glinting in the dim light. She had been hiding it all along. Xia Yuqing's eyes widened in shock. Her heart skipped a beat. She cursed inwardly, blaming herself for making such a foolish mistake.
She should have searched her after tying her up. How could she be so careless? She forgot one of the golden rules of being an assassin—always check your opponent's body after defeating them.
"Dammit!" she hissed under her breath, just as the woman lunged forward.
