Flirting at Knifepoint

"Do you ever stop talking?" Harper snapped. She pressed the curved blade against his throat. "Move. Now. Or I'll kill you."

Nathan leaned back just enough for the knife to miss his skin, completely unfazed. A grin spread across his handsome face. "You've got me even more curious now. My soulmate really is one of a kind, huh."

"Oh, shut up." Harper grimaced. "Do you hear yourself? That's disgusting