My hand wrapped around Daphne's wrist as the dagger was only an inch away from my stomach. I could feel the tip of the knife grazing the dress I wore, scratching at the fabric. Her blue eyes were wild, blazing with hate I hadn't known existed.

Dad gave me a lot of training in the past, something I never thought I would use. I was not an exceptional fighter, but I could defend myself if need be. I had never genuinely appreciated training until this moment. If I had been untrained, I most likely would have died.

Daphne pushed forward, much stronger than I thought she would be. Daphne had...