The King's Blood (The 100 - Roan)

Without much thinking, I shoved him even harder against the stone wall, the force of it rattling his bones, and pressed the cold edge of the dagger to his throat. His skin was warm against the blade, the faintest trickle of tension beneath the surface.
His eyes-those piercing, ice-blue eyes-never flinched. Not even an inch. If anything, they sparked with a dangerous amusement, as if he were enjoying this.
"You did it. You killed my people!" I shout. I want to see fear in his eyes but all I see is calm -his eyes stay locked on mine, as if my anger my rage, is nothing more than a passing inconvenience.
"If you truly trusted that," He says, his voice steady, almost amused, "you would've already killed me."