In one fluid movement, Blake stepped up behind her, pressing the cold, silver bladed knife to her throat just above her collar bone and wrapping his free hand acround her chests so she couldn't get away. He pushed down slightly, but only enough for it to feel incomfortable, not break the skin or leave a mark. In the same moment, Eli stepped in front of her and grabbed her wrists, preventing her from using the knife she was carrying on them. He glanced down at the kitchen knife she waw holding and tightened his grip slightly, not wanting her to get loose and stab him or something. "Drop it, and we won't hurt you." Blake hissed in her ear.
She dropped the knife.