Unfathomable

Violet's eyes were trained on Pierre's icy blue ones, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her nostrils flaring. His fingers curled tightly around her left wrist, pulling her close until their faces were only a few inches apart and his warm breath was fanning over her neck with her back pressed against a column. "I am not as bad as you think, Violet. Truly, I am much, much worse." His voice was low, dripping in liquid venom.
A smirk developed on Violet's lips, "Was that meant to frighten me? Because all I can do is laugh. You do not scare me and you never will." She sneered, and his grip tightened on her wrist. Their foreheads were nearly touching now, and her breath was shallow.
"If you think for a second that you can outsmart me in any shape or form, you are awfully mistaken, and it would be a shame if you saw just how easy it is to be one step ahead always." He growled, reaching down under Violet's dress. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers grazed her thigh and located the knife she was hiding in her garter. He pulled the knife out from under her dress, holding it up with his free hand as the other continued to grip her wrist. Violet swallowed hard, watching as the light reflected off of it. "How did you..." She trailed off, perplexed and horrified that he found out she kept a knife on her.
Pierre shook his head, his jaw clenched. "The next time that you try to plan an attack on me, you will be more than sorry." He pressed the sharp blade against her cheek, and for the first time, Violet was truly frightened.