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But what?
“I didn’t break it, Borelli.” I had to keep him talking.
Buy us all time.
For Ilias and Arlo to take over.
For my men to arrive.
To decipher what Katia wanted to translate.
“But you didn’t honor it!” Spit flew from his lips, and his face colored in flushed red.
Katia’s right hand twitched. My eyes fell to her fist. It concealed something with curled fingers. I caught the blade’s quick glimmer resting up against the inside of her arm, tucked close to her dress and hip for no one to find.
I snapped my gaze to her with straining lungs.
No.My head barely moved.
No. My eyes thundered louder than the skies.
It hadn’t been a question. Katia gave me a heads-up. Nothing more.
A quick five-second head start.
Not yet!
Her wrist flicked, and the handle spun in her palm. She pushed her left shoulder down with a jerk, and her hand flew. Crossing up over her chest and driving straight just east of his heart.
Katia stabbed her target, and everything changed.
Above, struggles were loud.
To my left, a brawl broke. A struggle for power.
I ran, then slid my knees across the floor, swiping the gun I had kicked away. I cocked it while gliding to a stop and raised it from below, but his hands were wrapped around hers. Possessing the knife beneath her grip, he pulled it out with a scream. Katia’s eyes widened in shock. Startled by how he’d captured the will of her hands and surprised to see the blade out in the open again.
Madness had no limit.
I had no clear target as their bodies erratically moved. One fought for freedom, the other to gain control. I couldn’t shoot without the possibility of striking the wrong head.
It all moved too quickly.
It all moved too slowly.
And his hand overpowered hers once again, and my heart emptied as he drove his fists into her abdomen. The blade slipped and hid past her shrieking scream until all was left to see was the handle flush with her flesh. Stabbed by her own friend and the enemy.
Mouth parted, shocked, tortured emeralds cried out.
I, too, felt it. The piercing agony of hearing her pain, slicing and butchering my heart.
“No!”
My hand hit the ground as I lifted myself to reach her.
But instead, I kicked my feet at the sight of him pulling it out, and bloodpoured.
Borelli took the knife from her hand and placed its tip on her neck.
