Callan was walking to the Kitchen, head down looking at his belly from different angles. “… it’s not that bad.”
Completely distracted, he didn’t spot Bellah until she had him pressed against the corridor wall with a dagger to his throat.
The Knight grabbed her wrist with both hands, and it took all his strength just to keep her from sinking the blade into his neck. “You took… your time.” He managed between straining noises.