Diana let out a shriek once she saw the sharp blade of the knife embedded deep within Adrian’s shoulder.
Stepping forward she pushed the man away, shoving him down on the ground and then turned to look at Adrian’s face, that was scrunched up with pain.
Scared that he had once again missed his target and that the woman might beat him to a pulp, the man got up on his feet and immediately sprinted away, running in to the dark of the night.
Adrian’s left shoulder was bent backwards compared to the rest of his body. Lifting his right arm, he grabbed the knife with his right hand, ready to pull out the blade but Diana warned him against it.
“No! don’t take it, you will bleed…” she removed his hand away and Adrian looked at Diana and noticed the worry on her face.
Diana’s perplex state someh
