Daniel swiftly moved toward them as he saw what was happening. Blood spilled, and the white shirt Ashton wore turned red. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted, pushing Delilah away even as the knife remained lodged in Ashton's chest.
Delilah's initial shock flickered in her eyes, a flash of fear gripping her as she realised the gravity of what she had done. For a moment, doubt crept in—was this truly the way to regain control? But as she met Daniel's furious gaze, a wild thought took root in her mind: if she had already crossed this line, why not go all the way?
A twisted sense of resolve surged within her, pushing aside her fear. She smiled, a dangerous glint igniting her expression. "Now that we've come this far, let's see how much more chaos I can create," she declared, her voice steadier than she felt.