Chapter 47- The Blood And Guilt

The room was silent. The only sound that could be heard was that of heavy breathing.

Two mature adults gazed at each other's eyes. One questioned their situation, and the other slightly shivered as he feared for his life.

"What are you planning to do with that knife," Alex asked her as he glanced between the knife and her cold eyes, "Just so you know, you don't have to threaten me if you want to relieve some heat, you know..."

Alex pushed the chair he was sitting in back and slowly backed away from Ana and the shining knife in her hand.

Ana's cold and stoic face finally cracked. A ting of red painted her cheeks,

"I want to look at your shoulder." She quickly said, her voice frantic as she looked at Alex like he had just spoken of something obscene.

Her grip on the knife tightened as she stepped slowly toward Alex, who was already backing away.