In a frenzied state like Luna Warner was in now, she was capable of anything if provoked.
Besides, as sisters, they could always sense each other's intentions. Seeing how worried Vera was about Faye Lockwood, Luna realized she held all the cards.
Luna Warner laughed triumphantly. "You should have listened to me. Now, do exactly as I say. Slit your wrist. I want to see the blood flow. I want to watch you die!"
Faye Lockwood, fighting through the pain, tried to shake her head, but Luna held her fast. With her hands bound, she was completely unable to resist.
Vera took a deep breath and slowly picked up the knife from the floor. Her hand hesitated. As Luna laughed, urging her to hurry up, Vera finally tightened her grip on the knife—and in the next second, it flew from her hand.
The moment Vera looked up after picking up the knife, she had already thrown it straight at Luna. Caught completely off guard, the blade plunged into Luna's arm.
