" Billy's Adam's apple bobbed. "Don't-" The knife at his throat cut him short.

Black Tom cocked a thick brow. "Don't, wha? Hurt your littl' toffer?" Rotted teeth flashed. "She mean that much ta ye, then?"

Bill licked his lips quickly. His skin took on a grayish hue as sweat seeded over his high brow. "Don't piss 'er off," he managed. "

― Kristen Callihan , Firelight (Darkest London, #1)