Stars exploded in his vision when she twisted the knife in his shoulder, but he didn't make a sound, apart from a quick, sharp exhale. She tore her wrist from his hand and he swallowed heavily, letting his arm drop back to his side as she pressed the second knife against his throat. His breathing heavy, he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes as she sliced his shirt open, focusing on the pain radiating from his shoulder. "Be careful, love," he warned her, laughing quietly just after he spoke. "Don't want me tae end up dead."