"Joyce!" Preston Monroe and Silas Thorne cried out in alarm. She couldn't do this. If she actually killed someone, her life would be ruined.
But they were a step too slow to stop her—
The next second,
The porcelain shard was already pressed against Mrs. Monroe's carotid artery, draining all the color from her face.
As Joyce twisted her wrist, the shard dug into flesh. A sharp pain shot through her, and Mrs. Monroe gasped for breath. "Pres-Preston… help me! Help me! She's actually trying to kill me!"
Ryan Roth took a deep breath.
'She's completely insane!'
'If I had picked the wrong side just now, would she have done the same thing to me?'
For a moment, he felt a phantom chill on his own neck.
By now, Silas Thorne had grabbed her wrist, stopping her from pressing any harder. If the shard actually severed the artery and caused massive bleeding, it would only give Mrs. Monroe ammunition to use against her.
