Page 230 of Pretty Twisted Games


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Stark, black rage overcame me. “Let her fucking go, or I will tear you limb from limb."

“I’ll take everything you have," Saul said.

Relief filled me, until he continued, "And I'll take Summer, too. I won’t kill you, but you are to remain a slave for the Magnolia for the rest of your life. I'm keeping her to assure your submission."

I growled, pain and anger driving me insane. From the day my Nana was killed, this was everything I’d ever feared.

I'd never wanted to rely on another person again. Never wanted to love anyone new, in my fear that I could never protect them.

That they would be ripped from me, just as Saul was doing to Summer now.

I glanced at Maxon, willing him to turn his gun on Saul.

At that moment, Summer managed to elbow Saul in the stomach, then tore herself from his grasp.

"No!" Saul roared, already reaching for her, “Get her!"

I held out my arms for her. Instead she ran towards the trees and swamp, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Jibber babber!”

Several things happened at once.

Mama Bondo stopped her chanting.

Lightning struck overhead, lighting up the whole place

“Come here, you little bitch!” Screeching, Saul raced after Summer. “Kill them all!”

And Maxon stepped forward, his gun pointed at me.

"Maxon," I warned, my voice quiet so only he could hear me. We’d had a deal. But, like everyone else in my life—except Summer—he would betray me.

"They'll kill me," he said. Rain drops hit his glasses. Ran down his cheeks.

"They won't." I was desperate to convince him, desperate to go after Summer, to save her. “Not if we kill Saul.”

“You think killing him will make things better?” Maxon argued, his voice filled with derision. “They'll just replace him with someone else. Someone who’ll probably be worse."

“Maxon, I will kill you if you don't let me go." I didn’t know how, but I would figure out a way—even if it came after my death.

His gaze hardened. “Or, I shoot you first.”

“You won’t.” I said. “I die, and my contacts die with me. You know this.”

Maxon stilled, and I knew what he was thinking about—the Maiden pledged to Maxon’s son. For a flicker of a second, I could see it in his eyes—the same emotions I was feeling.

Anguish.

Longing.

Love.

It was possible that even he didn’t know his own heart.

My mind sparked, knowing exactly what I needed to say to get through to him.

“Maxon, if you have ever felt something for anyone…Anyone… you will let me go. Because I lo--I love her. And I can't let him kill her."

A slight hesitation. Then, Maxon pulled the trigger, and shot.

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