The elevator doors opened into the violent wind of the rooftop. Cold rain slapped my face at once.I stumbled forward, still trapped in my mother’s tight grip. Her arm was locked around my throat, and the gun in her shaking hand pressed against my side.The roof of Blackwood Tower was dark, wet, and dangerous. The city stretched far below us, glittering like nothing terrible was happening above it. The helicopter at the far end of the roof had its blades spinning fast, throwing rain and wind across the concrete.My heart dropped. They were really taking me away.“Move,” Eleanor hissed into my ear.I tried to pull her arm away, but she tightened it until I could hardly breathe. “Mother, stop,” I choked out. “Please. This is enough.”She laughed softly. “Enough?” she whispered. “Nothing is enough when you have spent your whole life watching others sit on the throne that should have been yours.”The helicopter door opened. A tall man stepped out slowly. For one second, the rain and wind
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