When Kindness Kills
"What happened earlier was my fault. I shouldn't have tried to make you give away the detonator—I almost got everyone killed. I was just… too soft-hearted. Don't be mad at me, okay?"
As she spoke, she bent down and extended the cup toward me. The angle was carefully chosen—dangerously so. One tiny jolt, and the water would pour straight onto the exposed circuitry.
I kept my expression neutral, pretending to focus on the wiring in my hands. "No, thanks—I'm not thirsty."
"Just one sip," she pressed gently. "I made it especially for you. If you don't drink it, I'll feel awful—ah!"
The jolt came right on cue, and water arced forward, splashing straight toward the communicator.
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