Her voice came low. Lethal.
“No. You stop right there, fuck face.”
Bishop froze.
Remi staggered forward a step, blood trailing behind her, fire at her back.
“She doesn’t get to leave,” she said. “Dead or alive... she gets to burn in the fire she started.”
And with that, Remi raised her gun one final time.
CHAPTER 74
HARLAN - TO BE CHOSEN
She raised her gun like it weighed nothing, like her arm wasn’t trembling, like blood wasn’t leaking from her side in steady, damning pulses.
“She doesn’t get to leave,” Remi said, voice hoarse, guttural. “Dead or alive... she gets to burn in the fire she started.”
And then she fired.
The shot cracked the air, close, sharp.
But it missed.
It went wide, by inches, maybe less, but it was enough.
A breath. A curse. A heartbeat’s hesitation.
And Bishop moved.
He lunged forward, gun swinging up, eyes wild with fury and desperation. Aimed square at Remi’s chest.
“No!” I shouted, legs already moving, but I was too far.
Too far to stop it.
Too far to save her.
But he never got the shot off.
Because suddenly, a gun pressed to his temple.
Click.
“Try it,” a voice said, calm and deadly. “I dare you.”
Bishop froze.
Four stood beside him, too close to miss, eyes cold and flat like a switch had flipped. He didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Just pushed the barrel harder against Bishop’s skull like he was aching for the excuse.
“Drop it,” Four growled.
Bishop obeyed. Slowly. Gun clattering to the dirt.
And Remi... Remi swayed.
I turned in time to see her knees buckle, but she never hit the ground.
