June's POV:
Nate's grip tightened around my neck as the cold steel of the knife pressed against my skin. His breath was ragged, mingled with a sick satisfaction that only made my stomach churn. I could feel the sharp edge of the blade digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer to him, using me as a shield.
"Stay back," Nate growled, voice thick with malice. "One wrong move, and I'll slit her throat."
I could sense the danger in his voice. It wasn't a threat—it was a promise. But then, just when I thought the walls were closing in on me, Justin's presence flooded the room like an overwhelming wave of tension.
