"Elena, what are you doing?" I choked out, daring not to swallow against the blade.
"You are too slow, Big Sister," she whispered, her voice devoid of its usual cheer. "You are just easy bait to finish without master."
"It's not funny," I said, my voice trembling.
"Yeah?" She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. "It's not funny that I heard everyone talking about making 'noodles'—a legendary new dish—and you gave me none?"
"Haha..." I laughed nervously. "That's it? I'll make more for you! I promise!"
She didn't pull back. Instead, she pressed the dagger tighter against my skin.
A sharp sting bloomed at my throat.
Not blood—yet—but close enough that my vision blurred.
"It's not just the noodles, Big Sister," she said, pouting dramatically. "It's about you rejecting me! Am I not pretty? Why are you straight?"
"Huh?"
My brain short-circuited.
Is she serious? Is she killing me because I didn't flirt back?
