At the instant the fist was about to land on me, the air seemed to freeze.
The next second, a shrill scream—so inhuman it barely sounded like a person—suddenly exploded.
It was forced out of Nathaniel’s throat.
I lowered my head and saw that at some point I had grabbed a fruit knife. Without hesitation, the blade plunged straight into his arm.
Blood burst out instantly, flowing down the knife and staining my fingers red. The tip pierced through flesh and skin, grotesquely jutting out the other side.
At that moment, it was as if something inside me had been completely ignited.
All the scenes of the past three years came surging through my mind in a frenzy—
Being framed, abandoned, accused, sent to prison, trampled underfoot by everyone—the humiliation and pain.
I suddenly laughed.
