"E–Elizabeth?!" I shouted, eyes wide.
What the hell is she doing?!
Her blade, gleaming and still slick with blood hovered mere inches above Amelia's unconscious form. The girl lay still—completely unaware that her life was hanging by the thinnest of threads. If I'd arrived even a few seconds later, Elizabeth would've ended her. No hesitation. No remorse.
Elizabeth turned her head slowly, her crimson eyes locking onto mine.
"Killing her, Darling. Obviously," she said.
"Killing her?" I stepped forward, fists clenched. "What the hell are you talking about?"
She arched a brow, like I was the one being unreasonable. "We don't know how to stop this, and if we hesitate any longer, that monster will wake up. You know that. Killing Amelia is the only logical solution left. It's the surest way to prevent Behemoth's resurrection."
I shook my head. "No. There has to be another way. The others will be here soon. Someone will know something."
