THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA
Janina peterswait for me novelwhen the phone rings novelwhen i get to where i'm goingyou know i'm just a flight away
He was shot.
A choked sound escapes my throat. My fear for Mabel instantly redirects, focusing solely on him. "Aaron!" I gasp, my voice thick with terror. He takes a deep, controlled breath, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes are intense, but calm. Then he looks at Drew, a silent communication passing between them. Drew’s amusement vanishes, replaced by a terrifying fury. His hand dips into his back pocket, emerging with a small, gleam of silver – a meticulously crafted axe, no bigger than his palm. It looks impossibly sharp. Aaron’s voice is low, steady, a counterpoint to Drew’s simmering rage.
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