The next second, the vase shattered over Rebecca's skull.
"Still funny?"
Rebecca swayed, stunned. Her hand went to her head. When she pulled it away and saw the blood coating her fingers, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.
"She's trying to kill me! Marina's trying to kill me!"
Her eyes rolled back, and she crumpled to the floor.
Jacob stood frozen, the color draining from his face. It took him a long moment to react. When he finally did, he rounded on me with a guttural snarl.
"You psycho!"
He looked at the blood streaming from Rebecca's head, his face chalk-white. He scooped her up and bolted for the door.
"It's okay, Rebecca, I'm taking you to the hospital right now..."
He was so frantic he nearly forgot to turn back. At the threshold, he whipped around, his voice shaking with rage. "This isn't over. I'll deal with you later."
I watched his retreating figure, unblinking.
"That's right. I've lost my mind."
"And now it's this madwoman's turn to come for you. Every last thing you owe me."
The vase had split Rebecca's scalp wide open. The wound was deep. I heard later it took over a dozen stitches to close.