The bodyguard and doctor immediately took Elliot away.

Avery sat on the bed, hugging her knees close to her chest, sobbing loudly.

Time drew her deeper into the night, clearing her mind. She could hear regret screaming in her heart.

She heard the whirring and rumbling of the helicopter on the rooftop. Soon, the droning of the helicopter disappeared into the night.

She heard footsteps outside her door, but she did not look up. She did not care who it was that wanted to enter her room.

The individual came in, walked over to her bed and covered Avery with a clean set of blankets. He picked up the dagger that was still covered in blood.

"Miss Tate. I gave you this dagger to protect yourself, not commit murder," Nick said helplessly, "I'll have to take this dagger back."

Avery sobbed out loud. "I did try to kill him, but I didn't dare to do it."

"Well, you did provoke him," Nick said calmly. "The result was the same as stabbing the dagger into his heart yourself. What difference