Saphir frowns, but there is a slight change in his position. His grip was strong surprisingly. The blade disappears.“Let go of me,” he growls, pulling back on the other a He tries to free his wrist.
“I don’t think so,” the detective growled right back, clenching his fist around the wrist, pushing against the desk with his other hand, though it made the wound worse. The light-colored pinstripe dress shirt dotted with blood as it spread, but Hakuba didn’t care, only focused on the power play. “First you engage me in banter, then you kiss me, then you stab me? Are you insane?"