I rubbed the top of my thigh where I had another scar.

"Daisy, put the knife down now," the man snapped.

"Why? It's not like I'm going to get the chance to kill either of you," I shrugged and glanced at Jasper who was standing by the door. I smirked and lifted my arm, throwing the knife forward. It landed one inch safely above Jasper's head and he looked at me with murderous eyes.

"What the hell are you playing at?" He yelled.

"Relax, I didn't aim for you," I shrugged. "Besides, I now no longer have the knife."

"You don't know what you're doing, you could have taken my...