"Shut up! I'm trying!" Aurelia's voice cracked as she wiped her tears, desperately trying to stay strong.
If she didn't kill, she'd die out here. It was kill or be killed—and she had to live. She had to see her mother again.
Rhys sighed, watching her trembling hands clutch the knife. "Just give up already. It's painful to look at you like this."
"Don't pity me!" she snapped, her voice rising with frustration. "If I fail now, we both die!"
"Goddamn girl..." Rhys muttered under his breath.
With a burst of strength, he tore through the tendrils binding him and stood up. His body still ached, but it didn't matter—watching her break down stirred something in him.
"Don't come any closer! Or I'll—!"
But she was too slow.
Rhys snatched the knife from her hands and in one clean motion, drove it into the rabbit trapped in their snare. Its squeal was brief.
He turned toward her, holding the lifeless body. "See? That easy."
