She dropped, silent as a ghost, landing inches behind his velvet chair. Her blade was at his throat before he could blink.
"You want the stone?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with agonizing slowness. "Everything has a price in this city. And I think I've just found something much more valuable to trade for than gold." Dirty Fantasy
In a blur of motion, he caught her wrist, twisted, and pinned her against the heavy oak table. The breath left her lungs as he leaned in close, his eyes alight with a predatory intensity. She dropped, silent as a ghost, landing inches