Chapter 138 A Wound

• Antonella blinked several times, her vision blurred by pain and panic as she struggled to focus on the figure before her—until at last, she made out Seraphina’s silhouette standing beside the bed like a menacing shadow.
• The metallic gleam of the scalpel immediately seized her attention, and her fear deepened when she saw the blade gliding slowly over the tender skin of her neck.
• The chill of the steel ran down Antonella’s spine, forcing her to hold her breath, though even the act of inhaling might seal her fate.