Save her, God.
While one look at Justina showed that her own fears had also gotten the best of her—-
Please.
And this left Viktor and Sarica in a standoff—-
We only have You.
A SENSE OF CALMNESSlike Sarica had never known before settled over her as Viktor lunged toward her with shocking speed.
In the corner of her eye, she saw that Justina had frozen up in terror. The other woman had lost herself in the past, unresolved trauma turning her into a sitting duck.
And finally, she saw him.
Giancarlo.
And in his dark eyes, she saw desperation and defeat.
They both knew he wouldn't make it in time.
Because Viktor's blade had already slid between her ribs.
"Sarica!"
Her name on his lips was the sound of agony and despair, and oh, how she wished she had the time to tell him it was okay.
It was completely okay because this was what she wanted.
What she had trained and sweated blood and tears for.
This was what she had prayed for.
It's alright, my love.
Because she had shifted just as Viktor stabbed her, and while the pain was vicious and immediate, the knife had also missed anything vital.
We're going to be okay.
All Viktor wanted was to kill her and hurt Giancarlo one last time before he was made to pay for his crimes.
But that was where he miscalculated.
Because as soon as Viktor pulled back, Sarica also made her move.
Just one moment to pull the knife out of her side.
And another moment to return the favor.
Viktor's stunned eyes clashed with his as he stumbled back and lost his balance.
Gotcha.
Dauphin's lessons had come in very handy, and Viktor was now pinned on the floor under Sarica, both of them bleeding but neither in danger of dying.
In the incident report the police would submit later on, Sarica had only one thing to say when describing the altercation that could've easily resulted in multiple deaths.
I know all of it happened in mere seconds.
