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SARAH

My breath caught in my throat as I spotted him. A man moving slow around the side of the house, gun raised behind Marco’s back. For a second, I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Just stared at the glint of the barrel. My heart slammed so hard it felt like it might break through my chest. My fingers were sweating, gripping that little pistol Marco gave me like it was glued to my hand. I could barely breathe.

Do I shout? Do I shoot?

I could hear Marco’s voice from earlier—stay behind me, no matter what. But this guy was right there, ready to pull the trigger on him. And Marco hadn’t even seen him yet.

My finger curled around the trigger before my mind even caught up. I squeezed it. The shot cracked so loud it rang through my ears and echoed across the beach. The man dropped fast, hitting the sand like a sack of bricks. Marco spun around fast, eyes wide, then caught sight of the body behind him. His gaze snapped to me, sharp and full of something wild.

“You good?” he barked.

I nodded,
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