The long knife pierced straight through John Fame's hand with a clean, swift movement, embedding itself into the ground.
The blood gushed out, staining the floor crimson.
It was his right hand, John's right hand.
Josiah Baker grunted, and forcefully yanked the knife back out.
Lissy Lock covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face non-stop. At this moment, all she could do was cry.
John Fame had gone to this extent for her.
He clearly knew coming here meant danger, even risking his life, but he came anyway, all to save her.
What could Lissy Lock say?
What could she hold against him?
A man who was willing to die for her, to pay even the price of his own life, could she still believe that John Fame didn't care about her?
Lissy Lock kept crying, placing both hands on John's injured hand, attempting to stanch the ceaseless flow of blood. "Why... John Fame, why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
Just then, he lifted his left hand, gently wiping away her tears, "Don't cry."
