CHAPTER 54
He instantly put down his weapon and stared at the stab he had. Blood was spreading through his shirt. He pulled the knife out and pressed the wound with his hand in an attempt to minimize the bleeding. He was cursing and grunting in pain and anger. His knees buckled and gave in, kneeling on the dirt.
He raised his head, breathing in hurried puffs through his lips. He had a triumphant smirk on his face as he looked in her direction.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, making some loose strands of her hair stick to her face. Melisca, knowing the upcoming effect of the substance, anticipated for it to take place while still on one knee. She dug the knife into the dirt to lean her weight on it. Taking a deep breath to help ease the pounding of her heart that would slow down in a minute. But she found a suspicious smile from the guy while staring at her.
No. He wasn't. His eyes were not on me!