I stirred the contents of the glass and raised it to show I would drink it. But he lunged at me, snatching the glass and throwing it against the wall. Shards flew past my face. One nearly cut my neck.
I let out a shriek. It was too violent.
“What will you do now? Kill yourself to escape the guilt?”
“No!” I shouted. How dare he say that? “You think her presence here is enough to make me a murderer? That I would take my life for something I didn’t do?”
“Wouldn’t you?” he barked back.
My heart pounded as he grabbed me by the throat again. I struggled to breathe, but he didn’t care. My eyes widened as my vision blurred.
“She needs a blood transfusion, Rosella. Can you give her your blood?”
With one harsh move, he tossed me onto the bed. My head hit the headboard, and everything went black.
When I woke up, my vision was hazy. I saw three figures around me.
“She’s awake,” the police chief said.
I panicked. Why were they here? I turned my head and saw Darius standing by the door, glaring at me.
“Choose, Rosella,” he said coldly. “Donate your blood to Sasha or get detained for attempted murder.”
My throat tightened. Attempted murder?
“You really think I could kill her?” I asked, my voice shaking.