My hands would not stop shaking. The sound of my own breathing was too loud. It filled my ears. It filled my chest. The gun was still pointed at me. Steady. Cold. Certain. His finger wrapped around the trigger, ready, waiting, like it had all the time in the world. Nathaniel was on the ground beside me, blood spreading slowly across his sleeve. His jaw was tight. Pain lived in his eyes, but it did not break him. He did not beg. He did not look away. He looked at Charles with the kind of anger that burns without fire, the kind that never dies. Charles was breathing hard. Too hard. His chest rose and fell like he was fighting against something inside him. Madness. Fear. Maybe regret. But his eyes did not soften. “You should have stayed quiet,” he said. “You both should have listened.” I swallowed, but my throat was dry. My voice came out softer than I expected. “You don’t have to do this.” A pause. “You always say that,” he responded. “People say it right before they lose e
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