I grabbed my knife, taking three fast steps forward before plunging it into his back. Once. Twice. Three times. Just like with the man I loved, Eli fell to his knees, hitting hard. “Your sister will never be safe if you’re in the picture. They won’t even know about the relation. I won’t put her in danger because of you or anyone else. But this,” I said, twisting the knife as he cried out in pain, “is for Bram and Lyle.”
