I snapped my head up, my limbs turning ice-cold, and watched as the police rushed over to pin the attacker to the ground.
"Ouch... the police actually came right on time for once."
The knife had pierced him just below the chest, blood bubbling out continuously, yet he was still speaking in that cavalier way, as if he were just commenting on the weather. He didn't turn around, afraid his blood-soaked appearance would frighten me.
"Nina, close your eyes," he said.
I stared at him blankly, unable to look away. He chuckled, a weak sound. "I remember you're still mad at me; you won't even listen to me now."
He raised a hand to his lips, coughing weakly, before collapsing to his knees with a dull thud.
"Julian, Julian, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me."
I cradled Julian's head wi
