Elena’s POV

“Stella! Help me! She’s going to kill me!”

The sound of Mrs. Song’s scream filled the hall. I hadn’t even touched her throat, but the edge of the knife had grazed her skin. She clutched her neck with both hands, gasping as though she were dying. Her eyes rolled back, and she shrieked for her daughter.

I didn’t move. My arm stayed steady, the knife glinting under the lights. Everyone else stepped back. I could hear chairs scraping and someone whispering for the ...