*Ciana*
Blood pumped out around the knife, mixing with raindrops and smearing Theo’s skin with red. He reached out to me and grabbed my arms, holding me close to him.
For reasons that I couldn’t fathom, my heart started to ache. Tears started to stream down my cheeks, but were washed away by the rain immediately. Theo was my enemy and I should be happy, but why did I feel this way? Like the knife wasn’t stabbed in his heart, but mine?
His eyes were wide. Confusion and worry flickered through them and I was captivated by his deep, swimming orbs for a moment.
He should have been mad at me, furious at me, but his eyes were soft and unaccusing. I was waiting for him to give me a deadly blow after my assassination attempt, but he didn’t. Instead, he was trying to pull me closer and comfort me like he thought I was going to be upset.
He just stared at me, his breathing heavy and sharp. He looked at me with such deep concern.