The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 729

Chapter 729 The Knife in Her Hand

Chapter 729 The Knife in Her Hand

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Yunice said evenly, “I never told you to do anything. I only dropped a knife on the ground. You chose to pick it up.”

What she did with it was outside Yunice’s control.

Sweat glistened on Nora’s forehead. “I get it. You want Paul dead but don’t want to take responsibility, so you’re using me as the blade. But if I kill him, then I’m the murderer. What good does that do me?”

Yunice’s voice cooled. “Between you and your brother, only one can be saved. It’s a choice–one or the other. Which do you choose?”

The words hung in the air. Rage flickered on Nora’s face, but little by little it burned itself out, leaving only exhaustion.

Yunice had already guessed her answer.

Sure enough, Nora’s grip on the knife tightened, and her eyes slid toward Paul.

Even through his agony, Paul caught that look. He writhed on the floor like a maggot, desperate to crawl away. His mouth was still sealed with tape, and all he could manage was a muffled, terrified hum.

But Nora advanced, driving the blade straight into his body with a merciless thrust.

Paul’s back arched like a bow, eyes bulging as he stared down at the knife and the dark blood soaking through his clothes. He tried to scream, but the tape trapped his cries; his whole body convulsed between pain and horror.

Nora pressed harder, burying the knife to the hilt.

Paul’s throat gurgled. He was choking on his own blood, unable to spit it out, forced to swallow as he suffocated.

Nora’s hands were slick with sweat, but she clung to the handle and twisted, grinding the blade in a slow, savage circle.

Paul’s body jerked violently, wracked with spasms.

Nora’s eyes burned red. She gave a rasping laugh. “Not enough. Still not enough!”

She had suffered with her brother for too long. Paul couldn’t be allowed to suffer for only a moment.

She twisted again, carving loose a long strip of his flesh.

Paul toppled backward, flailing like a slaughtered chicken, blood bubbling in his throat. He thrashed for less than half a minute before his limbs slackened, and he went still.

No one spoke.

Yunice stood and walked out, Wyatt followed.

Scar checked Paul’s neck, found no pulse, and left as well.

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