He looked at him with widened eyes that were larger than saucers while his whole body turned rigid.
He wanted to kill her? Yes! But he was not the one who killed her. He was just holding the dagger but she was the one who covered his hands and pulled the dagger to her body and attacked herself.
He kept holding the dagger and staring at her who was shouting but her eyes were so calm that he could see that the shrike was fake.
But why?
"Aahhhh!"
"What in the world?" He took out the dagger from her body with the intention to attack her again.
He did not know what he was planning but he knew that she was dangerous and should die. That was his chance to kill her.
With that thought he attacked her with more force this time. This time, he would not attack her abdomen but her vital organs.
His eyes filled with the desire to kill her but just as the dagger could touch her chest where her heart was, the dagger was held by Rafael.
