Lucas flinched, just barely, but then the corner of his mouth lifted in a dangerous smile.
"Foolish," he mumbled and released her wrist slowly, taking Emilia aback and the dagger plunged forward, piercing his chest.
A sickening gasp escaped Emilia's lips as the blade sank in and blood gushed out, hot and vivid against the pale fabric of his white garment.
Lucas winced, gripping the hilt with one hand and pulled the dagger free, then tossed it across the room.
"Are you satisfied?" he muttered through clenched teeth and Emilia widened her eyes, frightened.
The wound is deep but not fatal. The blade is barely an inch away from his heart.
Emilia stared at the spreading bloodstain, her breath catching in her throat. She did want to harm him, but now that she did, she wondered if it was the wise thing to do.
The sight of blood suddenly made her sick and nauseated and her hands trembled as she tried to step back.
