Ivy’s hands began to tremble as she hoovered the dagger over his heart. She wanted to kill him, but something in her was telling her to stop. A part of her told her that she would make a huge mistake if she harmed him.
Ivy was confused. She didn’t know which voice to trust. Should she have to trust her mind or her heart?
Then she pictured the face of Connor in her mind. How nice would it be to stab him and reunite with her true love?
Connor was the one she liked. She hated Tristan. And she will continue to hate him until he stops breathing.
She raised up her hand again. Even before she could lower the dagger over his chest, the feeling of nausea came back to her.
She ran to the toilet and threw up everything she had eaten before she got here. Why this nausea wouldn’t leave her?
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