"But don't worry. Once she's gotten it out of her system, I'll lift your punishment."
"Including the breakup you brought up yesterday. I'm willing to let all of it go."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Something inside my head snapped, like a wire pulled taut until it finally broke.
It took me a long time before I could hear my own trembling voice:
"Are you both insane? Using me as a target? Aren't you afraid you'll actually kill someone?"
"If anything happens to me, my family won't let you get away with this!"
Marina laughed. The sound was grating, piercing.
Dripping with undisguised mockery:
"You're an orphan. What family?"
"You must have lost your mind, conjuring up imaginary relatives."
She toyed with the dart in her hand, eyes narrowing.
She aimed at my heart.
Then she tilted her head and smiled.
"Ready or not, sis. Here I go."
Under my terrified gaze, Marina hurled the dart.
It buried itself in my arm.
Blood gushed from the wound, and a scream tore from my throat, raw and agonized.
My right arm was still bleeding. My face contorted in pain.
But Marina was already pouting at Abraham:
"My aim is just terrible. I actually hurt her."
"Abraham, she won't hold it against me, will she?"