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I should run. I should make use of her momentary muddle and run, but I can’t. Rage screams inside me. So loud that I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.
Pulling the tie from my waist taut around both of my hands, I loop it over her head and tug. I tug so fucking hard that my knuckles and fingers threaten to pop as she kicks and throws herself back at me, making me stumble back.
Don’t let go, I keep telling myself. Pull tighter.
I do. I keep at it with my vision fraying red at the peripheries, until she’s stopped fighting and she might be dead. She could be, but I know she’s not. And that’s all I want. There’s never been a hate so strong as the one pounding through me, scorching my veins.
The strength in my arms begins to wane, even as I try to keep pulling and twisting. Sharp elbows jab me relentlessly in the ribs. My bare feet are slipping on the tiled floor when the back of her head cracks me right between the eyes. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to push through the heated fuzz that unbalances me, I keep stumbling backwards. The back of my feet hit the corpse on the floor and fall back, taking Lucy with me as a loud shot rings through the air, followed by the clutter of the gun that was in her hand.
The impact leaves me winded while I’m sandwiched between the dead man and her twisting body. Before I can gather myself, she straddles my hips.
“Now, you’re going to die,” she tells me, hands closing around my throat.
Her thumbs press up into my jaw as she breathes raggedly over me. Darkness begins to close around my sight, the desperate pounding of my heart drumming in my ears.
This is not how it ends.
Freddie’s coming for me.
With all the breath that’s left in me, I clutch at the sides of her head, pressing my little fingers into her ears as I hook my thumbs over her eyes. And I press. I press so hard that my lungs burn for air as she squeezes her hands around my throat tighter.
He’s coming…and I’m not letting go.
My vision spots, and try as I might to keep the pressure of my thumbs, I can’t. I need air. Without it my adrenaline can’t course through me. This is what it’s like on the stage though. At times you can’t catch your breath, and all there is the music and all the feelings and emotions simmering to a boil. The climax that threatens to completely obliterate every muscle in your body and every ounce of your being. All you can do is keep pushing harder.
I do. It’s all I know. All I’ve ever done when anything got in my way—I pushed harder and came out stronger.
My thumbs curl and stab nail first to a scream that cuts through me as Lucy’s hands loosen around my throat, and I gasp, the hit going straight to my head, making the world spin around me.
It takes me a moment too long to grasp her foot as she scrambles for the gun. My bearings are still all over the place as I tug her back, kicking my legs to try and stop her from reaching the weapon. She does though. Bloody eyes blink as she turns and aims right at me.
Fuck.
Bang!
The sound ricochets through me as I fall back, staring up at the ceiling while I wait for the pain to hit. But there’s nothing. No burn. No pain. Just cold.
I’ve never been so tired. Or breathless.
Or done.
Chapter 29
FREDDIE
Milky eyes stare up at the ceiling. All the rage…the anger constricting my chest doesn’t let up as I fall on my knees and pull Georgina into my lap. She’s so fucking pale. The creaminess of her skin milky white—ghostly as I cradle her to me.
“My precious swan…” It’s all I can say as I rock her trembling body.
Georgina’s sopping wet. Her makeup is running down her pretty face, and as I try to smooth her hair back, my hands come up as claret as the puddle forming around Lucy’s head. I’m waiting for the sickness to hit and the nightmares to replay, but all I can do is hold on tighter to my girl.
“My beautiful moth,” she whispers hoarsely.
Blue-tinged lips hitch up to one side as she tries to smile up at me. Even as hell breaks loose around us, she never looks away.
“We need to get out of here,” Christopher says as he walks into the room, looking between me and Lucy’s body. Worry draws his eyes as he assesses the damage I’ve done. “Everyone all right?”
I nod in reply because I had to save Georgina. There was no choice or decision. It was what it was, and Lucy’s lucky that we got here too late to fucking string her up. The more I look at the bruises on Georgina’s neck and the blood on her face, the more I wish that I could bring her back so I could do my worst on her. Maybe it’s for the best because I’m not sure whether that monster could ever be caged again.
