~~~~Anne's POV~~~~Luca stands over Mr. Morrison's body for a long moment, staring at the blood pooling around the old man's head. Then he turns to me."You're coming with me."His voice comes cold and final, leaving no room for argument.He reaches down and grabs my arm, just above the elbow, then yanks me to my feet. His grip is like iron, making pain shoot through my shoulder."Let go of me." My voice comes out as a whisper."Not a chance."He starts dragging me toward the front door as panic floods my chest.No. No, no, no. Austin. I can't leave him."I said let go!" I speak louder now, almost a scream.I dig my shoes into the floor and twist my arm, but his fingers don't budge. I kick at his shins and yet nothing. He is like a wall."Keep fighting," Luca says without looking at me. "It won't change anything."My free hand claws at his wrist, leaving red marks from my nails. But he still doesn't flinch.Then it occurs to me, his gun. The same one he shot Mr. Morrison with. Still i
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