Roseline forced herself to breathe.
Panic would kill her faster than the knife in Collin's hand ever could.
"Okay," she said slowly, lifting her hands in surrender. "You want money? I can give it."
Collin's eyes narrowed as he watched her frantically reach for her wallet on the couch.
With trembling fingers, she pulled out the cash. Cards and receipts slipped from her grasp and scattered across the floor as she extended the crumpled bills toward him.
"This is all I have right now," she said, her voice unsteady, her cautious eyes fixed on him.
For a moment, Collin said nothing. Then a menacing laugh rumbled from his chest.
"You think I'm a fool?" he sneered. "You think a few bucks will solve everything? I don't need your pennies, Roseline. I want real money."
Collin might have been reckless with his own spending, but he knew Roseline was not careless. She was too calculated to lose everything like he had.
