She’s savage in the stabs. Chaotic even. For a moment, I want to tear the knife from her for fear of her cutting herself.
She screams out as the knife pierces through the expensive fabric and into his soft flesh, the blood seeping through his clothes. The cry from her is sickening. Not because of the piercing scream, but because of the overt sadness. She kills him with her pain.
“Let it out,” I say without conscious consent. I can see Daniel turn his attention from her to me, but I ignore him. None of them matter right now.
She needs this more than anything.
Romano stands from his seat, backing away and it’s only then that I break my focus on Aria.
“Sit,” I practically snarl. The anger is mostly because he dared distract me from this.
He grits his teeth and feigns irritation as he slowly obeys me, but he can’t deny the utter fear I can see in his gaze.
With both hands on the armrests, he slowly takes his seat and I can focus on Aria again.
Her energy has waned and she’s silent as tears stream down her face. Her small body looks weaker and weaker, but she doesn’t stop stabbing into Stephan’s lifeless body. She’s obviously exhausted, but she doesn’t stop.
Not until I give her the command, my low voice foreboding and dominating in the silent room. “Aria. Give me the knife.”
Her wild eyes glance at me, only for a moment as the knife trembles in her hand and she shakes her head, no.
“Aria,” I raise my voice, forcing it to echo in the room. The only sounds I can hear are the blood rushing in my ears and Aria’s ragged breathing as I grit my teeth and tell her one last time. “Give. Me. The knife.”