Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 1063

Chapter 1063 No Empty Threats
Having fully reclaimed her memories, Cherise underwent a profound transformation.

Her gaze narrowed with determination as she delicately poised the surgical knife against Sebastian's carotid artery.

A thin stream of blood trickled from the knife, echoing the sinister grin that crept across her lips. "You're out of options," she said coldly. "So, tell me, what makes you think it's just an idle threat if I push this blade further into your neck?"

Sebastian stood motionless, every muscle in his body tensed with apprehension. He dared not so much as twitch, acutely aware of the knife's edge pressing against his carotid artery.

A faint throbbing sensation pulsed in his neck, a constant reminder of the precarious situation he found himself in. This time, there was no room for doubt. Cherise's resolve was palpable, her demeanor unyielding and devoid of mercy.

Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now glinted with an icy determination that sent a chill down Sebastian's spine. The air around them crackled with tension, thick with the weight of the moment.

Sebastian's heart hammered in his chest; each beat echoing loudly in the silence of the alley. He knew better than to provoke Cherise further. Her unwavering gaze held him captive, rendering him powerless to do anything but stand there, consumed by a sense of dread.

Sebastian wasn't immune to the fear of death, but in the past, he had been confident in his assessment of Cherise. He believed her to be inherently kind, using threats merely as a means of intimidation rather than genuine intent to cause harm.

However, in that tense moment, a chilling realization washed over him. The aura surrounding Cherise was no longer one of empty threats or bluffs. Instead, he could feel the palpable menace radiating from her, an unmistakable aura of murderous intent that sent a shiver down his spine.

It was a stark departure from the Cherise he thought he knew, and Sebastian couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled heavily upon him.

Sebastian's throat tightened as he swallowed nervously, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "Cherise, please, calm down."

But Cherise's response was immediate and resolute. "How do you expect me to calm down!" she retorted, her tone sharp with frustration.

Biting her lip, Cherise's icy gaze bore into Sebastian's, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and resolve. "I have no desire to resort to violence, even after all the things you've done to me," she declared firmly. "It's easy for me to just vanish from your eyes altogether."

"I won't resort to extreme measures against anyone," Cherise asserted firmly, her voice carrying a note of determination, "as long as you remain incapable of touching me or causing harm."

"But Sebastian, you're forcing my hand," she added, her tone growing more urgent.

"Mandy, Lucy, and Savannah... they mean the world to me," Cherise stressed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can handle your relentless attacks aimed at me, but I can't stand seeing you hurt my friends!"

"Sebastian, every person has their breaking point," Cherise declared, her voice resounding with conviction.

"And you," she concluded, her words reverberating in the alley, "have none!"

Instinctively, Sebastian took a cautious step backward, his pulse quickening with each beat.

Cherise's knife mirrored his movement, its gleaming blade poised with deadly precision.

Unbeknownst to Cherise, Sebastian plotted his next move, poised to capitalize on any opportunity that presented itself. Cherise remained focused on maintaining control, unaware of the imminent shift in the balance of power.

In the tense exchange between the advancing Cherise and the retreating Sebastian, the space between them dwindled until Sebastian found himself backed into a corner.

Sensing the urgency of the moment, he knew it was the perfect time to move. With a sudden surge of determination, Sebastian lunged forward, aiming to snatch the scalpel from Cherise's grasp.

However, to his surprise, Cherise's seemingly clumsy demeanor belied her steady mental composure in the face of such intense pressure.

As Sebastian's hand closed around the handle of the scalpel, Cherise's reflexes kicked in with startling agility. In a swift and deft maneuver, she twisted away, eluding Sebastian's grasp.

In the frantic struggle, Sebastian's aggressive movement inadvertently caused his palm to collide with the razor-sharp blade. A searing pain shot through him as a long, thin wound appeared on his hand, crimson blood welling forth as a testament to his failed attempt.

Sebastian cried out in agony as he clutched his wounded palm, the pain radiating through his body in waves.

Cherise's gaze flickered down to Sebastian's blood that splattered on her hands, torn between two conflicting instincts. Should she maintain her grip on the weapon, or extend a hand to aid Sebastian with his wound?

The weight of this decision bore heavily upon her. The dual nature of her profession as both a healer and a wielder of deadly instruments presented a daunting challenge.

In a cruel twist of fate, the injured individual before her happened to be none other than the despicable Sebastian. Under different circumstances, Cherise would have undoubtedly set aside her personal animosity, allowing her healer's instincts to take precedence as she tended to his wound.