"Only exception to that rule is cheatin' ol' death himself."

In a single movement, he pulls one of his hands away, curling the fingers of the other around her hands as he pushes forward, rolling her onto her back as his free arm lashes out to grab the knife he'd been eying before. The blade is pressed to her jaw before they even still.

"And although that's true, as far as tryin' your luck goes?"

He leans in, lips brushing her cheek.

"I wouldn't advise it."