Who is at fault?

Beatrix’s POV

Everyone was shocked, nobody didn’t expect Zack will do something terrible. A sharp silver knife is now stained with red liquid from Rayton.

Zack steps backward, the guilt and fear running through his face when everything registered to his senses. He sat down on the ground and pull his hair out, he kept mumbling ‘what did I do?’ repeatedly as if he did expect him to do it too.

I want to shout at him, I want to ask him why he did something against the rules but seeing Rayton struggle with blood all over him makes my mind blank. But my body doesn't want to cooperate with me, I feel like a dumbfounded idiot who slowly sits next to Rayton, I still can't stop the tears from my eyes that are falling.

Rayton looked at me and caressed my cheek with a small smile on his lips even though he was obviously struggling right now, “why are you crying, it's just a wound so don't worry I won't die from a simple stab.” He tried to make his tone to be energetic, but the pain only drew more