361 Best move

Kyle's smile remained, undeterred by her hostility. "Fool you? Never, my queen," he purred. 

"Who are you?" Lilith's voice was now laced with frustration and incipient rage. Her fingers clenched hard around the hilt of her sword, turning her knuckles so white.

Kyle's smile widened. "Ah, you wound me, love," he replied.

"Shut it and tell me who you are," Lilith retorted, her words edged with a sharpness that cut through the tension like a blade. "Or I will slash your neck this instant."

She pressed the blade of her sword against his throat until a tiny rivulet of blood trickled down his skin. Still, Kyle's smile remained.

"Go on, then," he challenged softly. "My heart and soul are yours anyway, so why not take my life too?"

Lilith's eyes widened. Her icy exterior shattered for a heartbeat.

Suddenly, Kyle moved leaned forward, aiming to meet the gleaming edge of the blade with the tender flesh of his neck.