ELARA’S POV He chokes violently, eyes wide, coughing as his body finally goes still. The gun slips from his fingers. I stand there, breathing hard, gun still raised, blood dripping from my skin. His eyes were wide. Pale. Relentless coughing. I could help him. I could press down on the wound, grab gauze from the cabinet, stop the bleeding. I could stop him from dying. I could stop myself from being labeled as the woman that took justice in her hands. Or a killer. But I didn’t. I watched him choke on his own blood on the floor of my dream home. I watched until his eyes lost their color. Until the struggling stopped. Until the muffled words faded into nothing. The doors broke open. Footsteps thundered in. But my eyes never left the monster lying before me. “Elara—” Elliot’s voice broke. “What did you do?” His gaze dropped to my nightgown. “Your water broke.” That’s when I saw it. The white puddle between my legs. No, this… it’s not possible, “
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