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Ten more minutes left.
I meet Raf's eyes in a last attempt to communicate to him my desperation—the fact that there can only be him and I.
No one else. Not now, nor ever.
He averts his gaze, a dagger to my chest.
Moving deeper into the room, he has the syringe clutched in his hand as his eyes move over my form before focusing on Lucero.
No… No, no, no. This cannot be happening.
Sweat accumulates on my forehead, as my already irregular breathing becomes out of control. I can hear my pulse in my ears, the drumming of it maddening as I stare at the image before me.
He's not even looking at me as he takes one step. Then another. Until he's standing right in front of Lucero.
Her eyes widen as she looks up at him, her mouth parted as she's about to say something.
Without any preliminaries, Raf jabs the syringe in her thigh, pushing the liquid inside into her body.
Saving her.
Damningme.
I blink.
There's clamoring noise at first. Slowly, though, everything dissipates until there's an eerie calm inside of me. No more inner voices, no more flashes of the past.
The wall finally shatters, the remaining crumbs dissipating into thin air.
It's just me.
The me now. The me that's the sum of every past mistake, of every past event.
There's just only one me left.
The one who cut a deal with Michele. The cynical one who prepared for this very moment.
It only takes one moment for everything to set in.
Raf barely has time to remove the syringe from her body when I'm out of my chair, out of my bounds.
My hand reaches for the knife stashed under the chair and without even contemplating the consequences of my actions, I do it.
I move even as my name on his lips becomes an echo in the chamber. I move until I'm standing right behind her.
And with practiced movements, I bring the sharp blade to her neck, cutting from ear to ear and watching with glee as blood gushes out in rivulets.
Lucero struggles to speak, the cut making it impossible for her to do anything but wait for the blood to be drained of her body.
It's a matter of seconds before she slumps again against her chair, her eyes dead, her body unmoving.
Raf is frozen to the spot in front of me, his expression one of horror as he looks at me like he can't recognize who I am.
"You…" he trails off, taking a step back.
My smile dies on my lips as I realize that instead of accomplishing my goal of making sure no one other than me got him, I did something else entirely.
I disgust him.
