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A blurry shape in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I squinted and spotted a small jutting promontory on the bluffs toward my right. Something was on it. A dark figure in the pouring rain. No,twodark figures.

I broke into a run, heart pounding like mad.

“Hey, where are you going?” Erin shouted behind me.

I kept my eyes on the promontory. “There’s someone over there!” I called back to Erin. “It could be Kinsey and Mr. Blythe!”

“Jax, stop! I can’t hear you!”

I ignored her and kept running. I couldn’t wait.

The rain eased slightly. With the increase in visibility, the figures out on the promontory took on distinct forms. One was tall and masculine while the other was smaller with a feminine shape and long hair. Both were standing near the cliff’s edge, right next to a hundred foot drop.

A high-pitched shriek suddenly pierced the air. The familiarity of the voice sent a burst of adrenaline flooding through my veins.

“Kinsey!” I shouted, running so fast it felt like my legs would give out at any second. “I’m coming!”

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Kinsey

The rain was comingdown in sheets, drenching my head and body. It was freezing and felt like hundreds of tiny needles smashing into my skin, but there was one positive—the water acted as a sort of lubricant to help me wriggle out of Mr. Blythe’s grip.

“No!” he shouted over the roaring wind as I sprinted away from him. “Don’t you dare!”

A large hand shot out and grabbed my hair, yanking me backward. Grimacing, I reached upward and clawed at the hand, but it didn’t work. Mr. Blythe had me back in his firm grip only seconds later.

“Try that again and I’ll let Nora and the others know,” he hissed in my ear, tightening his fingers around my arm.

I winced at the pain and glowered up at him. “Why would that stop me?” I asked. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”

“Yes, but if I let the others know how much you misbehaved, they might decide to do something to your mother. Or maybe Jax. Maybe even one of your little friends.” His lips stretched in a thin smile. “Or not. It depends on what you choose to do now. Are you going to stop struggling?”

A lump appeared in my throat, and I nodded. “Please don’t hurt them,” I said in a low voice.

“Be a good girl, then.”

I nodded again and let him pull me across his spacious backyard, toward a stony path on the right. It led toward the bluffs overlooking the ocean. Out on the water, the gusting winds were whipping up whitecaps and smashing waves against the lower part of the rockface that stretched up the curved coastline. When the water receded for a second, I saw the jagged rocks at the base of the bluffs, and a chill that had nothing to do with the stormy weather shot down my spine.

“Please, Mr. Blythe,” I whimpered, coming to a halt on the slippery path. “Don’t do this.”

“You know I have no choice,” he replied, moving his hand to the back of my neck. “Walk.”

“Please!”

“I saidwalk,” he commanded, squeezing my neck until pain lanced through me.

I gulped and took another trembling step down the path. Then another. Mr. Blythe maintained his grip on my neck as he stood behind me. I noticed he wasn’t forcing me to walk any faster than a snail’s pace. Was it because the path was so slippery and he didn’t want to fall? Or was he more reluctant to hurt me than he was letting on?

I could find out. I just had to buy myself some extra time. Keep him talking.

“If you aren’t going to let me go, can you at least answer all of my questions?” I asked as the winding path veered toward the left. “There’s still so much I don’t understand about all of this. So many things I don’t know.”

Mr. Blythe scoffed. “I’m not stupid, Kinsey. I know you’re trying to buy time.”

“I’m not. I just need to know the answers. That’s all.”

“Youneedto, huh?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is it going to make a difference to the way you die?”

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