Sadly, her prediction turned out to be awfully close to the truth.

He grabbed onto her wrist tightly and flung her against the window. Both blades were out, one at her throat and the other at her stomach, before he even realized what he was doing.

He stared at her, face intense and threatening before it melted into pure horror. His swords dropped to the ground as if they were on fire, and he backed away.

"I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it," he whispered, babbling.