Prologue PROLOGUE THE KNIFE BURROWED INTO my side with a moist thwump . I looked down, confused. The blade was buried so deep that the hand holding it was pressed almost flat against my stomach. My pulse hammered against the steel. And then I felt the fire. My mouth dropped open. The blood was rushing out of me too fast, I knew, soaking my shirt, turning it from white to red in seconds. It was too late. Too late to save myself. I looked into those familiar eyes, mouthed a single word. You. The knife slid out of me, a sickening, wet sound. Blood pooled at the bottom of my throat. And then I fell, an abrupt, uninterrupted drop. I blinked, my brain softening, dulling. Images clicked by, one by one. Polished black shoes. The blur of snow as it tumbled past the open door. The two-by-fours standing against the wall. My body felt like it was composed of nothing but air. I had failed. Excerpted from Do No Harm by Christina McDonald All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.