The silver pistol felt heavy in my hand. It was cold, like the heart I was supposed to have now. I looked at Bryan. He didn’t move. He didn’t beg. He just stood there, his chest rising and falling slowly. The red laser from the camera tracked his every move.On the screen, Jane’s face was twisted with joy. She was holding the gun to Grandpa Walton’s head. My father sat next to him, his eyes filled with a dark, hungry hope. He wanted to see me become a killer. He wanted to see his daughter finally lose her soul."Do it, Hazel!" Jane screamed through the speakers. "One bullet, and the old man lives! One bullet, and you are the true Queen!""Hazel, don't," Bryan whispered. He took a step toward me, despite the gun in my hand. "If you do this, there is no coming back. You become exactly what they
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