Madeline's POV "Yes," Vivian said, and her voice was strangely calm. Resigned. "You're right. I am a fucking bitch. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of." She shrugged, like she was commenting on the weather. "But I'm not a murderer, Madeline." Something inside me snapped. "Yes you are!" I screamed, lunging toward her. "You killed my Marcus! I saw you shoot him!" The tears came back hard, spilling down my face as my voice completely broke. "You shot him and he fell and there was so much blood and he… he…" I couldn't finish. I collapsed, sobs wracking my body. Vivian watched me for a moment. Then she said calmly, "Shoulder shot. Precise." I lifted my head sharply, staring at her through blurred vision. "What?" "Upper trapezius muscle," she continued, almost clinically. "Painful enough to cause heavy bleeding and make him pass out. Enough for Dominic who was watching through the cameras to believe I'd done what was required. But far from any vital organ. Far f
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