Before anyone could react, the crisp sound of shattering glass rang out almost simultaneously with the roar of the head of the Sarich family. A dark shadow burst through the glass like lightning and shot into the corridor, plunging straight into his neck before he even had time to react. He didn't even have time to scream; the sheer impact instantly sent him flying backward. He lost his grip on the bead, which rolled directly onto the floor and spun around a few times without breaking. In the chaos, as the bead slipped from the patriarch's hand, it seemed to faintly trail a very faint dark red glow that vanished so quickly it was gone in the blink of an eye.
The head of the Sarich family writhed on the floor, trying desperately to pull himself up, only to find that his limbs completely lacked any strength. Several attempts all failed, and with his mouth hanging open and terror plastered across his face, he couldn't emit a single sound.
Protruding right from his neck, precisely where his Adam's apple was, was a gleaming dinner fork!
Chapter 53