INNA
As I reluctantly followed Sin's command, feeling a flush of embarrassment warming my cheeks. I couldn't help but wonder about his intentions and what thoughts were brewing in his mind. His icy tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my scars were the center of his attention.
Speaking in a hushed whisper, I summoned the courage to ask, "Are you mad?" My voice barely carried, my gaze fixed on the ground. Sin's grip on my chin tightened slightly as he raised my gaze to meet his intense stare.
"Do it, or I'll do it for you," he retorted, his words laced with restrained anger. A sense of trepidation washed over me as I realized that pushing him further might lead to an explosive reaction that I desperately wanted to avoid.
I hesitated, my mind racing as I weighed the fear of exposing my scars against the consequences of defiance. With a mix of resignation and curiosity, I decided to comply.
Gathering my courage, I lifted my dress, revealing more of my skin along with the crimson marks that served as a reminder of my battles. In that vulnerable moment, I couldn't resist glancing at Sin, seeking any sign of his reaction or his thoughts. Yet, to my surprise, he appeared unaffected, his gaze unwavering and distant.
"Olga, give me the dagger and the holster," Sin's attention shifted, summoning Olga to fetch a dagger and a knife holster.
Confusion swirled in my mind. A dagger?
How did Sin know about my familiarity with such weapons? Memories of past training and a lost friend who had taught me blade skills flooded my thoughts, accompanied by a faint but undeniable sense of excitement. How had Sin become aware of my secret?
Hidden beneath the surface, a smile hinted at my intrigue and curiosity.
"The marks you left on the wooden target in your room, and the butterfly knife you've been hiding all this time. By the way, where is it?" Sin's voice answered my unspoken questions.
His knowledge surprised me, a realization that he had been aware all along, silently observing. A revelation that warned me against attempting any games with him. Not that it mattered. I was a force to be reckoned with.
"I must admit, I didn't expect you to notice, and as for my butterfly knife, it's hidden somewhere you wouldn't want to know," I smirked, referring to my favorite blade hidden in my cleavage while Olga wasn't looking, along with another in a more discreet location beneath the scarf.
"I won't be needing another knife." My words hissed toward him as he remained seated beneath me.
A sudden jolt disrupted my speech as Sin's fingers gripped my thigh firmly, silencing me. The message was clear: Shut up.
My lips curled into a grin as I watched him skillfully wrap a dagger and a gun around my thigh using a thin yet sturdy hostler. The dagger's intricate design caught my attention, and I observed it with my eyes.
Okay. I like it.
The blade glimmered with a deadly allure, playing with light and shadows in a dance of secrets and danger.
King high.
Curiosity burning within me, I couldn't resist asking, "Is it sharp enough?" The desire for knowledge overshadowed my caution.
"It's mine. What do you think?" Sin's response dripped with sarcasm and a hint of pride. I sensed his satisfaction in the blade's sharpness, as though it was an extension of his expertise.
Refusing to give him the upper hand, I simply nodded in acknowledgment. Engaging in a battle of wits with Sin was a losing game, given his sharp tongue and volatile demeanor. Time was of the essence, and our mission required focus.
