Bianca gave a cold snort. "You refuse to listen to me, so why on earth should I listen to you? You love Christina so much. Go chase after her then. What do you care about me anyway? If I die, you can finally be with her in the open, no guilt, no hiding. Why are you just standing there? Get out. Go live your perfect little forever with that worthless tramp."
The words had barely left her lips when she slashed the knife across her wrist once more. Fresh blood poured out, soaking her clothes and turning her entire body a vivid, horrifying red.
In the past, Hector would have moved heaven and earth to calm her down and coax her back from the edge. But this time, his mind was completely consumed by thoughts of Christina. He had no more energy, no more patience left to soothe Bianca. A dark par
