*Storm's POV*

I sank back onto my heels as I knelt staring at the jewel embedded ceremonial knife. It lay on a small piece of cloth between us. The blade was slightly curved and the handle ornate. Instead of looking deadly, the knife seemed an object of priceless art.

"The knife looks so harmless, right? I asked Scott who was still laying down. "And yet looks can be deceptive. It's been used countless times to murder." My hand hovered over the blade and trembled. I pulled back.

The sun had set and both I and Scott had bathed in the hot spring water after making love. It had been difficult...