The wind screamed off the bay, ripping the breath right out of my lungs. Freezing rain lashed across my face, blinding me for a split second before I blinked the water away. Beatrice stood perfectly still on the slick mud of the cliff edge, her thumb hovering a fraction of an inch above the manual purge button on the metallic drive. The red laser from Christopher’s weapon painted a steady, lethal circle right over her heart. "Anika," Christopher whispered again, his voice dropping into a rough, terrifying rumble that vibrated straight through my skin. His grip on my wrist was an absolute anchor. "Say the word. The wind is heavy, but I have the shot." "Don't do it," I said, my voice sharp and flat against the roar of the storm. Christopher didn't lower the gun, but I felt the muscle in his jaw twitch. I stepped forward, forcing his heavy arm to move with me, using my own body to partially shield Beatrice from the barrel of his gun. I didn't care about the mud soaking through my rui
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