185. Impaled

Gray Stewart casted her trembling eyes at the man who also bore the same expression as her—just as stupefied.

After meeting her eye-to-eye and seeing her pained expression, the man lowered his gaze and finally noticed his hand still gripping on the hilt of the knife impaled on her stomach. Although the oozing blood was not apparent through her black buttoned shirt, when the warm blood touched and imprinted itself on the edge of the man’s gripping hand, it made him let go in trepidation. He finally realized what he had done.

“I…I…” the man cried, his wobbly legs slowly stepping back.

Gray, on the other hand, just followed him with the orbs of her eyes, her mouth gaping in unutterable pain.

Unable to notice the rock behind the man, he tripped over it and fell down as he continuously stepped back. “I-it’s not my fault!” he barked as he crawled his way out of their sight.

Belinda, who was hiding herself behind Gray, finally spoke. “God,” she sighed. “That was really scary just now.” She s