I didn’t hesitate - my hand instinctively shot up and caught it in one clean motion.
The butler gasped. “Miss—!”
But I just smiled, twirling the blade lightly in my fingers. I looked up at Michelle, still sitting in that damn tree like a smug little queen.
“That’s a little rude,” I said calmly. “You could have really hurt someone.”
She blinked, surprised. I could tell she didn’t expect me to catch it. Her lips parted, but she quickly covered it up with a scoff.
“I don’t need to know your name,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “You won’t last till the end of the week anyway.”
I let out a soft laugh and tossed the knife up, catching it again with ease.
“Not a great way to make friends,” I said. “But I’ll give you this—it was a good throw. Fast release. Solid aim.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Name’s Jasmine,” I added. “Might want to remember it. I’m not that easy to scare off.”
