The Devil's Ringmaster

Chapter Six: Unnecessary

The knife slipped from between his fingers and fell onto the ground.

Thomas peered down, at the blade. It was essential he focus on something other than the thing he had just done to his wrists. The coldly throbbing wrists. He let out a breath, and leaned back against the tree, planting his weight firmly through his back. He closed his eyes.

These woul…