"Then do it!” I screamed. “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first!”

Mattias’s expression didn’t soften and he didn't drop the knife.

“Move, Iris,” he said again. His voice was low and determined as he slowly approached me.

I shook my head. “No! You’ll have to go through me.”

Kieran’s blood was everywhere. It soaked the ground, my hands, my knees. His breaths came in wet rattles that made something in me start breaking, slow but definite

I didn't know him ...