Gwendolyn's POV
One moment she had been about to push her machete through Vivian's chest. Now, without even being too sure how it had happened Gwendolyn found herself sprawled on the deck.
How she had gotten there, she had no idea.
But there was one thing that she was certain of…something was wrong. Water rained down on her from the sky and the sea, but she barely felt it.
Her face was on fire.
Pulling herself up, she ignored the rocking of the boat and brought a hand to her face.
Bringing it down, she blinked slowly at the deep dark red, that the rain quickly washed away, her mind struggling to make sense of it. Then out of nowhere, things clicked into place.
Blood.
Her face was bleeding.
Reaching for the too warm side of her face again. Gwendolyn felt something there.
Her mind feeling a little hazy, she pulled.
Skin tore as she did so, and Gwendolyn whimpered. Blinking tears out of her eyes she brought the foreign object into her line of sight.
