Chapter 495

• I angle the knife as best I can between our bodies and jab into Frost’s heavy warmth. The blade slices through the jacket, and Frost cries out, his weight vanishing. Flailing my arms, I toss off the jacket and hold out the knife.
• The three of them surround me. Kian is still cupping his junk with one hand, looking a bit queasy, and Malix has a bruise blooming on his temple.
• The angle and pressure were too awkward to actually stab Frost, but I managed to nick him through his sweatshirt. Only the slightest amount of blood blossoms on his gray hoodie, but the sight of it freezes me in place for a moment.