Continued from last part....... Before I could blink, a knife was rushing towards my chest, I had less than a second to grab the blade, stopping its path for my heart. I bit back a groan at the pain of the very sharp blade cutting into my palm but I held on firmly. Enraged, ice blue eyes framed by dark runny mascara met my gaze. Elliott. She let out a small cry and pressed harder, trying her absolute best to get the knife into my chest while I held on, the blade cutting deeper into my palm, blood ran down my arm and dripped onto the floor, the only sound in the room apart from our breathing. Suddenly, she pulled back, dragging the blade out of my grasp before surging towards me again, the knife aimed low. I dodged her attack, swerving left and right as she swung towards me again and again, trying to cleave something off. She backed me into a table and I just managed to roll away before she swung the knife down, the blade g
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