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“Have you learned the truth yet?” he hissed in her ear. “Like she did? That she came from incest. Father and daughter! You, too, fucking whore!”
Becca tried to speak but she felt the knife at her throat break skin. A thin trickle of blood ran down her neck.
He was holding her fast to him, his chest pressed hard to her back. She hardly dared breathe, couldn’t risk moving as they stood on the cliff face, the piercing wind whirling and yowling around them, the black ocean frothing and raging below. Just as it was in your visions. As if this is your destiny.
“She was pregnant with her vile child, just as you are,” he whispered.
His enjoyment sent rage flowing through her, but she needed to keep him talking.
“Renee?” she managed.
“That slut was asking questions around town, a tell-all book about the sickness at Siren Song.”
“What sickness?” The blade pressed, cold on her throat.
“You know, whore. You know.”
She shuddered. It was as if she were being held by the devil himself. “No…truly…I don’t know.”
“Jezebel and Rebecca are the most foul,” he intoned, as if it were a litany he said to himself often. “They can never be allowed to breed, to continue the cycle. Jezebel came to Siren Song and learned. That’s how I found her. I smelled the fetus within her. That’s why she had to die.”
Becca was shivering, the wind slapping at them, the salt in the air sticking to her skin. “You killed her in the maze,” she said unevenly.
“Jezebel thought she had me, but I had planned to kill her all along and leave her at the base of the statue that bears her abominable mother’s name.”
“Mary?”
“She could see things,” he said with the faintest hint of admiration. “So can you.”
“So can you,” Becca said, recalling how he’d seen Jessie’s vision on the road.
“It won’t work,” he suddenly said. He leaned closer and licked the inside of her ear. “It never does, sister, I always win.”
Her stomach convulsed and she nearly threw up.
But then he shifted slightly, the knife slipping just a fraction. Becca’s fury took over. She kicked backward as hard as she could, then reached behind her and wrenched his balls in a death squeeze.
“Bitch!” he howled in surprise, his grip loosening. He doubled over in pain.
Hudson counted the seconds. One…two…three… Sweat was building on his back beneath his jacket. He had to get to Becca. Had to save her and their child. They were all he had. All he wanted and if this prick so much as harmed one hair on her head.
But he was scared to his soul. This madman was relentless and focused on Becca.
“Bitch!”
The shout roared through the night.
Mac yelled something but Hudson didn’t hear. He jumped to his feet and ran blindly forward, hand hard on the gun.
He was gonna blow the sucker away.
Becca clung to Justice but he beat on her with his fists. She couldn’t breathe. Had to let go. He was swearing and flinging his arms. His knife slammed downward, gouging into her thigh. She cried out.
Bang!
A shot shattered the night.
Justice, with a scream louder than the wind, fell to the ground, writhing.
