The air inside the hunting shack was thick with the smell of damp earth and rot. Selene sat tied to the wooden chair, her wrists burning where the coarse rope bit into her skin. Across from her, Anna was puzzling out. She was pacing the small room, her breath coming in ragged hitches, the gun in her hand swinging wildly as she ranted about the "injustice" of her life. "I was the pretty one!" Anna screamed, turning to glare at Selene. "I was the one everyone loved! You were just the help! How did you get the billionaire? How did you get the five million?" "Anna, stop," Selene said, her voice dry. "The money isn't coming. If you kill me, you get nothing. If you let me go, I won't tell Lucas it was you." Liam, standing by the door, let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. "You think we’re stupid? If we let you go, Lucas Yates will hunt us to the ends of the earth. We're already dead, Selene. We just need the money to disappear before he finds us." What they didn't hear w
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