Katrina pov
The air in the room was thick with the copper tang of adrenaline and sheer, unadulterated panic. I lunged forward, my fingers digging into the fabric of Mrs. Robert’s sleeve, putting every ounce of my weight into pulling her back.
"Stop it! Please, just stop!" I begged, my voice cracking under the strain.
But she didn't even flinch. It was like trying to hold back a moving train with a piece of thread. She kept going, her face twisted into a mask of pure fury, striking out with a terrifying, relentless rage. I stared at her, horror freezing the blood in my veins. *Is she insane? Does she actually want to kill him, or what?* The question screamed in my mind, but my throat was too dry to give it voice.
Then, cutting through the sickening sounds of the struggle, a loud, boomi
