Chapter 14

“What are you gonna do with that, huh?” one of them mocked. “Stab us? Fucking brat.” “I… I’ll do it,” Johanna warned, her eyes darting between their throats and eyes. A graze to the eye could mean blindness; a deep enough thrust to the neck could sever an artery. She tightened her grip, steeling herself to do whatever it took. “Hey! Hold that bitch down!” the injured man bellowed, staggering toward them while trying to stanch the bleeding from his arm. “I was going to sell her off nicely, but now… you’re dead meat!”