Crush Me Page 31
I hold a hand to my forehead, then realize it’s the hand holding the knife and drop it back to my side.
I lift my skirt and shove the knife back into the mini-sheath in my garter. It was only supposed to be for extreme situations. If I was in danger.
I back away from the guy who is struggling to get to a sitting position and pull up his pants. He looks like he’s trying to say something, but I turn on my stiletto heel and high tail it out of there.
