He caught one of her hands, but the other blade connected. A wave of pleasure ran through her as it sunk deep into his shoulder, her love of drawing blood chasing away the last of her fears. She was still too furious to even sneer. "Not even close, Scotty," she hissed, twisting the blade in his shoulder and tearing her wrist out of his grasp. The second blade was at his neck in an instant, and she held it there, staring into his eyes. "I want to kill you," she snarled, pressing the blade ever so slightly so that a few drops of red blood bubbled up. "But I'm going to have to settle for slicing you up. If you try to stop me, I might just decide that killing you is worth the consequences." Keeping a firm grip on the knife in his shoulder, she slid the other knife down his torso, slicing open the fabric of his shirt so that she had more skin to work with.