Jonah

“I will kill you,” I warn him, my breathing uneven as I press my left forearm against his chest, holding him in place with his back to the wall.

Huffing out a breath of air, he suggests, “Do it,” his tone genuine and his voice gruff.

Forcefully, he takes my wrist and brings the edge of the blade closer to his skin, hovering it near a bold scar.

“Make me bleed.”