“You understand why you’re here, Miss Sable Hendrix?”

“Yes.” She growed 

“And that is?” The cop questioned despite already knowing.

“I might have stabbed a few people.” She whispered.

“What did you say?” He smirked.  

“You already know what I did.” She hissed.

“Yes but I would rather hear it from you.” He teased.

She scrunched up her face and she stood up slamming her hands down on the table separating her from the officer.

“I MIGHT HAVE STABBED A FEW PEOPLE OKAY? Are you happy now?”  She fumed.

He looked at her disappointedly, causing her to sink back into her chair. 

“Why are you so upset? They all lived right?” She sassed.

“Yeah thanks to you being so incredibly bad at stabbing people.”

“Shouldn't you be happy about that?” She quipped.

He simply rolled his eyes. 

“I’m just going to skip the formalities and head right into the important stuff. You’ll be staying with Nocnitsa so you don't hurt anyone.”

“How do you know I won’t hurt her?” She chuckled.

“You’ll be praying that she won’t hurt you.”