"I don't know how you got into Luke. But not Tia, though. Tia would see right through you."
"Is that what you think?" Athaliah scoffed. "Well, too bad, because it's not going to work out that way. You know why? Because I can make her believe me over you."
Rhea's heart skipped, her gaze faltered, and the confident persona she had on crumbled. A cold dread wound its way under her skin, and her gaze nearly broke from Athaliah's.
Athaliah glanced toward Tia who was now walking towards them then added, "Why don't I show you." She pulled Rhea hand from Rhea's cake, up the small knife in her palm, her eyes burning with a cruel intent. Athaliah shot out Rhea hand up, not toward Rhea, but to her own palm. She slammed the entire knife in with all her might.
Athaliah's gut-wrenching scream sliced through the cafe, blood spilling everywhere.
