Lydia was trembling.
She tried her best not to show it, but her hands were shaking around the dagger.
Everything had happened too quickly.
Konstantin was still on the floor, covering his left eye with both hands. Blood ran through his fingers as he cried out in pain.
"My eye! My eye!"
Lydia could barely look at him.
She had never imagined she would hurt someone like that.
But she had been afraid for her life.
A few steps away, Damir was still fighting one of the men.
Lydia could not tell who was winning.
She only knew that she had to protect herself.
The remaining man stood in front of her.
His eyes were fixed on the dagger in her hands.
"Drop it."
Lydia shook her head.
"Stay away from me."
"I am warning you for the last time. Drop the dagger."
"I said don't come near me."
The man took another step.
Lydia moved backward.
He reached for her hand.
She reacted without thinking.
The dagger cut across his arm.
He immediately pulled back.
"Ah!"
