I pulled the utility knife from my pocket.
The cold metal pressed against my palm, icy as a snake.
I raised my arm and aimed at Evangeline’s neck, pale and gleaming white.
If I wanted to, I could make her disappear at that very second.
“Don’t—!”
It was Marielle’s voice.
Her pitch shattered with terror, as if she had finally realized that the “sensible, kind” good daughter she always spoke of could die at my hands at any moment.
I heard her hurried footsteps, but I didn’t turn around.
I was completely submerged in that blood-red hatred.
The next second—
Bang!
A dull impact exploded at the back of my head.
It felt like being struck by a sledgehammer. My vision flashed white, my ears rang violently. The utility knife slipped from my fingers and hit the floor, ringing with a cold m
