I didn't say a word.My uncle already had the plan. Cops and an ambulance—on the dot, no matter how it went down.The EMTs got there first, carting Jake out.Felicity flinched, tried to slip out behind them.I grabbed her.She wasn't going anywhere.I still had the knife.She'd dropped it the second Jake went down. I scooped it up without thinking—my original blade was still in him. No way she'd risk grabbing that one.I aimed it at her. "Don't move."She hit the floor, hands up, tears everywhere."Please—don't kill me! Take whatever you want. You already stabbed Jake, right? Just drop the knife! I'll write a statement, clear your name, I swear!"The cops yanked me back.Pain shot through my wrists as the knife hit the floor and vanished fast."Don't move!"Their eyes locked on me—tight, suspicious.I stayed silent.Felicity tried to dip, but they weren't letting her go. Not yet.Since I had the weapon, they cuffed me, tore through my stuff, and grabbed my phone.Feli
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