"Luke, will never know what hit him, when his precious son Ethan goes missing at my hands."
Helena spoke to herself in her chambers. Not knowing that someone was on the other side of the wall listening in. Kristina could feel a sense of fiery protectiveness overtake her as she quietly walked into the room before grabbing an unaware Helena and pinning her to the wall
"What is the meaning of this child"
Kristina pulled an heirloom knife out of her pocket, placing it directly on the other woman's throat.
"I don't know or care what game you're playing with Luke but leave Ethan out of it or I'll do what everyone has been wishing for and take you out once and for all." Helena snickered at her statement before Kristina pressed the knife deeper to her throat
"I don't know what's funny about me slitting your throat if you touch even one hair on Ethan's head. Do I make myself clear? Kristina said in a emotionless voice and her eyes laced with pure hatred and angry towards the idea of Helena hurting Ethan
"I said do I make myself clear" she asked again after a long period of silence. Never wavering the knife she was holding
"Fine" she spoke in a husky voice from what some would call fear. Kristina left the room before Helena went to call off her hunch man. Apparently she valued her life more than Kristina thought.
