Erica's chest heaved, panic clawing at her throat.
"You should have run, Erica," he hissed. "But instead, you dared to come back. And now…" His grip tightened further, his gaze boring into her with deadly intent. "You're going to pay for everything you've done."
Erica met his gaze defiantly, the earlier shock and fear disappearing. What left in those eyes was a burning determination.
"I don't care about what will happen to me," she barked. "My life has already been ruined, and I've lost my mother. I have no one in this world, and I have nothing to lose. But you – you are someone's husband, soon to be a father. If you die now, it will be a great loss for you and your beloved Ava."
She curled her lips into a malicious smile. "I'll drag you to the hell with me."
Dylan barely had a moment to react before she pulled out a knife from her back and drove it toward him.