The assassin smirked, twisting the platinum chain tighter around her throat. Serena’s vision began to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of her consciousness as the cold metal bit into her skin, almost drawing out blood.But instead of fading into submission, a dormant, feral instinct took over. She was a Moretti. She had spent her entire life surviving in a house of monsters. She was not going to die like a sheep in a slaughterhouse.If she was going down, then she wasn't going down alone for sure.With a ragged, choked gasp, she didn't claw uselessly at his hands. Instead, she used the momentum of his pull to thrust her body backward, making the man lose his balance, her right hand locking tightly around the largest, jagged piece of the shattered crystal vase lying on the floor beside her.Before the man holding the gun at her could realize what she was doing, Serena drove the heavy, razor-sharp crystal upward with every single ounce of strength left in her body, slamming it direc
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