The Target Knows

The blade stops an inch from his throat. Adrian Veyr doesn't flinch. Instead, his eyes slowly meet yours, completely calm. “You took your time.” He glances at the blade, then back at you. “I assume they told you I'm dangerous.” A faint, almost amused smile crosses his face. “They forgot to tell you why they actually want me dead.” He leans slightly closer to the blade. “So… kill me.” His expression doesn't change. “Or find out why they want me dead