The dagger plunged deep into his heart, and a torrent of blood spilled forth as Patrick collapsed onto the marble floor, lifeless.
A stunned silence enveloped the room; the event unfolded so swiftly and unexpectedly that none of us could intervene.
With a burst of strength, Nana broke free from Zyra's grasp and rushed to her brother's side.
Kneeling beside him, she wept bitterly, her sorrow palpable and raw. Guilt gnawed at me as I watched in silence, not being able to protect my childhood friend.
His Lordship turned to Kieren, who wore a sinister smirk, and seized him by the throat, hoisting him into the air.
"Why did you kill him?" he seethed with anger, his fingers constricting around Kieren's throat, eliciting gasps for air and frantic kicks.
Rage blazed in His Lordship's eyes, his blue irises suddenly turning black. Sensing the danger, I approached quietly and whispered in his ear.
