Grace – POV
My mind went numb as I watched Emily standing there, but what happened next filled me with terror. A flash of silver gleamed in her hand—a knife. Emily swung it with deadly intent, aiming for Cathy. I bolted from my hiding place, sprinting as fast as I could, but I was too late. By the time I reached them, Cathy lay on the ground, the silver dagger buried deep in her stomach.
Panic surged through me as Emily disappeared into the shadows, but I couldn’t go after her. Cathy was dying, and I couldn’t abandon her. I let out a howl, calling for the guards, calling for Jacob. The sound ripped through the night, desperate and wild. My heart pounded in my chest as I knelt beside Cathy, noticing that the handle of the knife was made of non-silver metal, which meant I could pull it out
