(Allan's POV)

I pushed further with all my strength until seventy percent of the silver dagger drove through his lower abdomen.

It was the dagger that was meant to be used on me that I turned around to use on him instead.

Faran finally met his Waterloo!

"Oh, Allan," he cried in pain, "look at what you have done to me?" he looked at the point where I drove the dagger through his body.

"This one is for Marion!" I told him to try to sit up in a more favorable position. "This is for all the innocent people who you have killed. Remember what you and your father did...