BREELYNN'S POV
When Malik reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out something shiny, it was as if the world was moving at lightning speed. I couldn't register fast enough what he was doing or what he grabbed. Even when his hand was whipped backward and thrust forwards, I was baffled. But somehow, I knew I should know what he was doing because it was bad. Very very bad.
Once the shiny thing left Malik's hand, the universe shifted, slowing everything down. The first thing I recognized was the knife. Its rotation was almost hypnotizing as the blade cut through the air, determined to find its mark. And before the weapon was even halfway to its destination, I knew it would land perfectly in the center of Marco's chest.
It was going to puncture his heart.
I don't recall opening my mouth
