Maya dragged out the word “replacement,” her face full of pride.
I froze for a moment, then saw Maya, her face twisted and grim, pull a dagger from behind and rush at me. “Hannah, pay with my child’s life. Go to hell.”
Carlos ran after her, but he was still too late. I dodged and Maya stumbled out of control, tumbling down the stairs as the dagger clattered on the steps.
I stepped forward, seized the dagger and struck toward Maya. By the time Carlos caught up, the blade had already cut across her neck. His face darkened and he quickly stood in front of her, his eyes filled with turmoil.
“Hannah, this ends here.”
“Carlos, she said I was your stand-in. Tell me, is that true?”
Carlos hesitated at my words and I used the moment to drive the dagger into Maya’s chest again.
My wrist was caught in a tight grip, but I clenched my teeth and ignored the tearing pain. A scream rang out as the blade finally sank into Maya’s chest.
Before I could pull it out, I was kicked hard to the ground, my already broken wrist crushed under a leather shoe and I gasped from the pain.
“Hannah, let’s divorce.”
How ridiculous. He had always said only death could part us, yet now he agreed so easily for Maya’s sake.