Aerion’s hand gripped your jaw as he kept you against the wall, his other hand pressing the tip of his knife against your abdomen.

“You make me weak,” He hissed, whispering the words bitterly, “you’ve taken every thought in my mind, and now you dare try and depart from me? From leaving your rightful spot by my side.”

He laughed, though the sound was unpleasant and angry as his hand squeezed your neck warningly.

“Is there another? Because if there is, I’ll fucking kill them.”