True to form, Rosemary's words sent Yolanda over the edge. With a vicious swipe, Yolanda brought the knife down, but in a flash, Rosemary spun and bent over, the blade slicing through the rope binding her instead of her flesh.
Once freed, Rosemary quickly stepped forward, dodging the knife's remaining momentum that threatened to catch her back.
Yolanda hadn't expected Rosemary's earlier display of weakness to be a feint. She came at Rosemary with another slash.
Rosemary shifted again, and Yolanda's knife cut through another rope.
Just as the onlookers were ready to pull their triggers, Rosemary had already snatched the knife from Yolanda's grip and now held it to her throat, using her as a human shield.
Everyone froze, not daring to make a move.
Yolanda's eyes bulged in disbelief. "You were poisoned."
Why was she still so fast?
"Release Edith," Rosemary commanded, her tone as cool and commanding as ever despite the pallor of her face.
