Episode 47

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SASKIA'S POV

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My pocketknife flinches at his neck, and I roll a sigh of despair into escape at his grisly joke. "You aren't funny, Wade."

"I see you still got it, Luna." He tucks away his blade in his pocket, chuckling happily as if he'd been handed his favourite pie on a silver platter.

"Do I?" I keep my knife staid at his pulsing vein. His face rumples in confusion. I smile as his hands slowly grace the air over his head in unfailing surrender.

"Will you end me today, Luna?" He teases, and I push the pointy end into his skin. It sinks in, a streak of blood running down.

"I don't know, will I?" I keep my eyes on him as I swiftly drill into his back pocket, seizing his weapon.

"How would I know?" He lets his shoulders heave and drop in nonchalance, and I contemplate knocking him out.

"You should know. After the shit you just pulled, you should have expected my reaction."

"Really?" His eyes expand, growing rounder, but the cycling humour does not disappear. It tours ab