Judas felt a sharp pang of fear dance along his spine when she began advancing on him with the knife in her hand. He knew it would be easy to take her, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so he tried to talk her out of it. “Sugar, you don’t want to do this.”
Her eyes glittered with anger, and a sinister smile stretched her lips. “Oh, yes I do.”
“Sugar, all I want to do is help you. Why won’t you let me?”
“You want to help? Be still so I can bury this blade right in the middle of your heart…if you’ve got one.”
“Sugar, he’ll come to you when you least expect it. He’ll sneak inside your head, make you do things. Damn it, Sugar, I know him! Please, Sugar, don’t push me out! Let me stay so I can be with you when he—” A whiz of the blade flashed across his eyes, and his words faded.
Determinati
