Chapter 9

I was lost in deep thought about this matter, unaware that Garrison had already approached me with a knife in hand, now dangerously close.

Just as the blade was about to come crashing down on my skull, Melody yanked me back from behind.

The knife slammed into the table behind us, sending a chill of terror down my spine.

Garrison had swung with lethal intent, the blade embedding itself deep into the wooden surface.

As he struggled to free the knife, Melody, having procured a cleaver from who knows where, brought it down hard on Garrison's exposed back.

Garrison had only been wary of the knife in my possession, paying Melody no mind.

This oversight proved to be his undoing.

Blood gushed from the gash on his back as he let out an agonized howl.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed my boning knife and lunged for his throat before he could catch his breath.

Still reeling from the pain in his back, Garrison turned his head, inadvertently exposing his neck to me.