She blinked at him for a few moments, hand tightening on the knife handle because she knew she ought to be on her guard, but not quite comprehending. What the hell had happened? One moment she was carving into Scotty's flesh. The next he had seized her wrists, and then... With a flash of horror she recalled the terror descending on her. She'd lost it. She'd let him see her fear. What had she said? What had she done? It doesn't matter. He knows. He has to know. And now he's taunting me about it... No one was ever supposed to know. Rage filled her, but she forced her facial muscles not to react. This moment was too important. In one swift movement she launched herself forward, staying low to the ground and drawing a second knife from her boot.