Chapter 6
Prince Bennett remained silent for so long, Pippa wondered if he had heard her.
At last, he leaned down and withdrew a dagger from a sheath hidden by his boot. He held it up so sunlight glinted off the blade.
“You mean like this?”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t think—” He glanced down at the dagger in his grip and shook his head. “I can’t predict the transformations. I may end up cutting you—or worse.”
Pippa held out her hand. “I’ll do it.”
He considered the tree that had her tethered, his gaze roving from branch to branch, back and forth, and finally centering on her face. “Perhaps you should.”
They were only standing a few feet apart, close enough that the air still held a hint of blackberry. This was a simple exchange. Even so, when Bennett passed her the knife, the hilt slipped
