"Ahhh—!"
Tyler suddenly clutched his leg, howling in agony as he collapsed to his knees.
His piercing screams echoed through the vast, empty living room.
The knife that Sinclair had been idly twirling between his fingers was now embedded deep in Tyler's thigh.
Crimson blood oozed from the wound, staining the gray dress pants in a grotesque, spreading blotch.
Camilla narrowed her beautiful eyes, her expression betraying little surprise.
"Ahh!!"
Margaret's eyes widened in horror, her face draining of color as she lunged forward.
"Sinclair—!" Her hands fluttered helplessly, torn between wanting to stem the bleeding and fearing to touch the wound.
"Sinclair, you absolute madman!"
she shrieked, her voice raw with fury.
"If anything happens to Tyler, I swear I'll make you pay!"
Gone was her usual composure—her face twisted into something feral, all pretense stripped away.
