MAEVE'S POV
Lydia lunged for me, raising a diamond-studded dagger with every intention of stabbing me. I moved out of the way at the last moment.
A second later and the knife's sharp blade would have rammed into my rib, puncturing one of my organs. It cut my forearm instead.
The sting of the wound was sharp. So was the pool of blood.
Blood gushed from the wound, spilling to the floor. The sting lingered for a moment longer before it began to heal.
I raised my gaze to Lydia's. She was still clutching the blade menacingly, breathing hard.
"Put the blade down, Lydia," I told her, eyeing her carefully.
I had to give it to her. She had taken me by surprise with that stunt she pulled. I never could have anticipated she had a dagger hidden beneath her sheets, waiting for me.
