THE KNIFE SLOWLY DREW BACK and I turned to face Norcross. The monster was grinning down at me.

Norcross dug the blade in again, and I felt the warmth of blood trickling down my neck.

A nasty situation, fool. The lady Estella is the wife of the duke's chamberlain, a member of the court. You must be mad to wag your dick at such a lady.

Panic pumped through my chest as I realized I had been set up. I did nothing, my lord. My heart pounded wildly.

The little dick had no urge. Estella sighed. It appears our fool's only ardor is in his hair.

Norcross grabbed me by the tunic and raised me, blade under my chin. Suddenly the bastard's eyes lit up with recognition.

Hishair... I do know you from somewhere else. Where, fool? Tell me.

I saw that I was doomed. I shot a glare back in his face. My wife... What did you do to Sophie?

Your wife. The knight sniffed. What would I do with the wife of a lowly fool? Except fuck her.

I lunged toward him, but he gripped me by the hair, and with the leverage of his arms and the blade stuck firmly under my chin, forced me down, slowly, to my knees. Listen good, fool. I have seen you. Butwhere? Wh............