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I think that’s what makes me break.
I yank on my arm. I ignore the blinding pain and yank again, and again, and again, until I’m almost throwing up from the raw feeling exploding through my wrist. But slowly, with all the blood dripping down my arm, the cuff around my wrist begins to slip off.
And suddenly, one arm comes free.
I bite back the cry of anguish, cradling my bloody wrist before I grit my teeth and force my arm back up again. The cuffs are for playtime, not restraining criminals. And because of that, there’s a release mechanism on the side.
With a clumsy flick of my numb fingers, my other wrist falls free. In one motion, I lunge off the bed, stagger across the floor, and fall onto the couch.
I’m in a foggy daze. But my fingers wrap around the gun. And when I twist around, I use the rest of my strength and my consciousness to level the barrel right at Svetlana.
Her eyes bug out as she scrambles off Gavan’s lap. But then she swallows thickly, and her lips curl.
“You won’t shoot me,” she sneers.
My heart beats heavy and slow, my vision dwindling.
I don’t have much time.
“Look at yourself, honey,” Svetlana jeers. “You’re a goddamn fuckingmess. And beside that?” She laughs coldly. “You’re no killer.”
She walks back to Gavan again.
“Get away from him,” I croak.
“Or what?” She barks, reaching out to run a finger up his arm, taunting me.
“Get away from him!” I groan again, feeling the last of my strength begin to ebb away.
Svetlana laughs again. “You’renotgoing to pull that trigger, honey. Because you’re not a—”
The gun explodes in my hand. Svetlana’s head jerks back, taking the rest of her body with it as she topples over dead on the floor.
“Yes I am.”
The gun drops from my slick, sticky fingers. My head lolls to the side as I crawl and inch across the couch until I’m right next to Gavan. I reach up, cupping his face as a single tear falls down my cheek.
“I love you so much. I…I love…”
Then I’m falling into darkness. And falling.
And falling.
33
GAVAN
Get up.
Get. Up.
Get UP.
My brain synapses begin to fire. Through the dull haze slowing everything down, my dry eyes swivel in their sockets until my gaze falls on the girl sprawled next to me—
Fuck. No.
GET. UP.
