If Daniel pushed, he would kill her. If she pushed, he would bleed out in seconds. They stood there, chest to chest, breathing heavily. The tension was thick enough to cut.
"Drop it," Daniel growled. He stared into her eyes. "Or I end this."
"You first, traitor," the woman hissed back.
Daniel froze.
The air left his lungs, not from a blow, but from the shock of that voice. He knew that voice. It was a voice he thought he would never hear again because Bran had told him its owner was dead.
He reached up with a trembling hand and grabbed the edge of her black mask. She didn't stop him. He pulled it down.
Daniel stared at the face beneath the mask. Her eyes were burning with pure rage.
"Sophie?" he whispered.
It was impossible. Bran had told him the spiders had eaten her. Bran had told him he heard her bones crunching in the dark.
But she was standing right there, pressing a dagger against his dick. She was alive, and absolutely furious.
