Delia's pov
The moment the blood ran down Catherine's cheek, I held my trembling hand down. It was not out of fear, but because I found that my heart was so excited by the bright red color that my fingers began to tremble.
It's the second time I've held a weapon to fight. The day Nick died, Kral grabbed my hand and killed Nike. It was the first time I used a weapon against an enemy, and the first time I killed my enemy.
The memory of that day is bright red, with a fishy smell. I remember the feel of the dagger in the flesh, like cutting a soft cake. I watched Nick's body grow cold and become a pile of garbage on the floor.
I got my first taste of revenge. It's a little scary, but... ... so irresistible.
Now, I look at the arrow stuck in the wall. My eyes went blank for a moment. I admit I wanted to kill Catherine when she shot that arrow at me.
The thought made my face pale.
