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“No!” I shout, but instead of killing Andrea, Beckett shoots out both front tires until they are flat and undrivable.
I let out a breath but keep running while I remove the ropes from my wrists.
Almost there…
Andrea jumps out and takes off, running towards the dock.
Beckett beats me to the car and throws open the back door, not bothering to go after Andrea. Two seconds later, I’m opening the other door, but Beckett’s unearthly screams tell me what I’m going to find.
No.
My heart clenches in my chest as I look into the backseat.
It’s empty.
My shoulders slump.
Thank god. She’s not dead—she’s just not here. Andrea lied. Or he has her hidden somewhere else.
Damn him.
Beckett takes off after Andrea, and I take off after him. The ring of bullets grows more distant with every step we take. The man who wants me dead isn’t chasing us. It makes me wonder if he really wants me dead or just afraid. If he just wants to ruin every important moment of my life. Maybe he wants me to live in fear, scared to leave my house, until the day comes when he decides to kill me.
Another thought unfurls in my mind, but I shut it up quickly. I know it’s correct as I rest my hand on my stomach.
“Ri!” Beckett shouts through the harbor, looking for any sign that Andrea stashed her somewhere among the boats.
I run faster.
I come to a fork in the road—Beckett turns left, but something tells me to turn right.
I slow, trying to let my gut lead the way. I hear footsteps rush by, but one set turns in this direction.
Lennox.
I don’t have much time, but I don’t need much.
I stare at the boat to my right. There’s nothing special about it. No sign of anyone on it, but the softest of moans echoes through me.
I take a step toward the boat as Lennox’s hand grabs my bicep.
“Rialta,” he breathes out in a huff.
“Listen,” I say.
“You’re bleeding,” he says.
I shake my head. I don’t care that I’m bleeding. I don’t feel anything, so the wound can’t be serious.
“Listen,” I urge him again.
He glares at me, but I can tell he’s listening, and he hears it. His eyebrows draw together. His hand travels down my arm until he’s gripping my hand, weaving our fingers together.
It burns, his touch. But I don’t pull away, needing to get to the person behind the sound as quickly as possible.
He feels the same way because he doesn’t tell me to stay. Together, we jump on the boat and find the dark shadow of a human in a tied-up ball on the top deck. They were laid here for us to find.
“River!” I cry out when I see blood pooled around her.
