She gazes at it without speaking, hair hanging over her face. Her chest heaves, and I realise that she’s sobbing. I take a step forward, concerned as well as confused now. “Emissa—” The dagger flies toward me. I flinch, but not enough. It buries itself in my stomach. There’s a moment of disbelief, where I almost don’t register the terrible burning in my gut. I let out a little gasp. Too stunned and hurt to do anything else as the dagger keeps pushing in. I pull at its hilt but it’s too strong. Drives me backward. Off the edge.
