ALDRIC'S POV
She is in shock. Her body is shaking, her palms barely touching the knife. And the vacant look on her face as she stares at Marco is just on this side of scary. I ever so slowly walk to her, keeping my movements smooth. "Hey, baby. Why don't you slide your hands away from the knife, okay?" I try to lull her with my deliberately soft tone..
Her head jerks to me, and I stop midstep. The vacant stare is replaced with remorse as she stutters, "I didn't want to do it." Her confession only adds to my confusion, "He begged me. He told me it was our only option. With Marco dead, Malik would have to leave me alone." She repeatedly blinks like she is trying to hold back tears. Her cheeks are soaked and streaked with evidence that she has been crying a lot.
Her eyes glaze over again
