Chapter Ten
Christel's limbs were trembling but she tried to keep herself focused with what she needed to do. She went closer to Yvann, her breathing went heavier as her heart started to pound violently inside her chest. This was the right thing to do. It was the only way she could think of to escape, but as she tried to force herself to plant the knife in his back, something suddenly stopped her, and her knees trembled in anticipation.
A heavy breath left her lips as she put the knife down. She cannot help but curse in a whispering manner as she clutched her hair, feeling frustrated with her lack of guts to kill him. What the hell is wrong with me? She wanted to slap herself for acting like a coward but she knew, no matter how much she’ll try to force herself to do it, she’d always find
