Chapter 11: Sweet Girls Don’t Hold Knives

Katarina’s POV, Liam’s House

“Kat?” Liam’s voice floated from the other room, soft and strange. I tightened my grip on the knife.

The knife trembled in my hand, so badly I almost dropped it. Instead, I slid it into the deep pocket of Liam’s trousers—the ones I’d stolen off him when he wasn’t p...