Evanna flinched at Cilv's comment before wiping her face with her hand; she gagged at the blood that had splashed onto her. She was shocked by what just happened; Cilv slit his throat easily and without remorse, and she was the one to watch it happen. Her stomach dropped as she realised she caused the boy more pain from being merciful than if she killed him straight away. His last moments were agonising, first the death of his father, then his last struggle of life when Cilv slit his throat. But why did Cilv act out so viciously to him?
Evanna started to move but stopped abruptly as she felt winded. Placing her hand on her back, she winced at the spot where she felt the muscles tightening and bruising up. Taking another step, she looked down after feeling a metal object underneath her boot; bending down slowly, she found a dagger. She grabbed it and brought it up to her face to assess it.
