Jacinta's fingers clutched the pearl bracelet on her wrist as her eyes drifted to the calendar on her wall. She grabbed her pen and marked a large X on today's date.
A quiet sense of relief settled in her chest. Everything seemed to be unfolding as planned.
But even then, her fingers lingered on the bracelet, brushing it over and over.
"But what if I failed? What if Martina and Matthias really died, along with all those knights?" Her breath hitched. "Then… I should feel relieved. At least the threat to our lives would be gone… and we could live better from now on… right?"
"Don't run."
The low, hoarse voice of a man suddenly echoed in her mind.
The same voice… the one who stabbed her to death in her past life.
Jacinta's eyes widened.
Her hands were suddenly soaked in blood.
"Help…" she whispered without meaning to, her voice barely audible.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Then—
Slap!
She struck her own cheek, trying to snap herself out of it.
