“I want your body,” he whispered.
I smiled. And walked up to him.
“Which do you want? My body or my soul?”
He was startled. He was confused. “What do you mean?” he asked.
I looked at him deeply. My expression was not of pleasure but of cold and calculated gloating. I already know of his plan to murder me tonight. I gave him a deep kiss and whispered to him.
“Listen, I am the hunter not the prey.”
Slowly, I slipped in the dagger. Gently and deeply. Until he was down on the floor.