Love in the Line of Fire
“because I know the truth is what really breaks you. And telling him? That’ll hurt more than anything else ever could.”
She snapped her knee upward to strike—but he moved, tutting like she was a child.
“Come on, Calix,” he said, taunting. “Don’t you want to know?”
Ilana thrashed, chair screeching, nearly tipping forwards but the brute grabbed it from behind, keeping her in place.
“It’s not your story to tell,” Calix’s voice cut through, low and steady. “Stop.”
Nathan shrugged. “Too bad.”
“No. Nathan, please—please, don’t—” Ilana’s voice cracked, begging now. “I’m begging you. Don’t.”
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