He lets out a guttural snarl. His hand shooting out to latch onto her throat and slam her back onto the carpet. Felix pins her down with ease, her blood dripping on the knife.

"You shouldn't have done that. I want to know where you decided to get a pair though. This is nothing like how you used to be. Kind of makes this a little more interesting in my opinion," Felix says with a dark glee.

The knife tip moving to circle around her collarbone. "You know what we did for you? That there shoulder of yours?"