Maximilian
The crystal glass slammed into the marble of the table with a dry sound. Maximilian did not ask; he commanded with his gaze. The wine raced down my throat like poison as he slid the tip of the blade down my wrist, only to see the contrast of the steel against my skin. "The fortune went to your sister, but the blood... the blood is all mine," he whispered, his voice charged with sickening pleasure. He was amused by my silence, thinking that fear was the only thing left in me. But as the blade caused a new burning, I fixed my eyes on his. He thought he was breaking me, but every drop of wine and every knife mark only served to feed the plan I was plotting in my mind.
About Maximilian
The crystal glass slammed into the marble of the table with a dry sound. Maximilian did not ask; he commanded with his gaze. The wine raced down my throat like poison as he slid the tip of the blade down my wrist, only to see the contrast of the steel against my skin. "The fortune went to your sister, but the blood... the blood is all mine," he ...Read more