Cold eyes pointed sharply at you, a small smirk played on Arlecchino’s lips. Her sharp teeth were close to your neck, stopping before they pierced your skin.

You held a dagger at her throat, pressing lightly. Pressed enough to draw blood, but definitely not deep enough to kill her

You kept her at bay with the weapon, and she did the same with her razor sharp canines.

“Move the dagger,” Arlecchino demanded lowly, sucking in a deep breath through gritted teeth. Her red eyes flashed dangerously.