Do something! Before they kill each other.
My pulse beats so fast it turns my hurting stomach.
Lee dropped his flashlight and it rolled across the cellar. Now the light burns against the wall, showing two thrashing shadows.
Thankfully, Kane’s military training and muscle gives him the upper hand.
After a few more blows so fast I can’t see them, he has Lee pinned against the wall again.
The lunatic’s face looks battered, smeared with blood and dust.
For a second, I think it’s over.
But I see the way Lee’s hand moves, twisting the gun toward Kane’s stomach.
And Kane’s hands are too busy holding Lee down to notice. There’s nothing he can do to stop the gun’s slow, snaking journey.
His face is slick, straining, his eyes wild with effort.
I have three seconds.
I pop up quickly.
I don’t care about the danger or the glass cutting the palms of my hands as I lunge for the statue.
Yes, it’s just as heavy as it looks.
A freaking boulder.
Muscles I never knew I had scream in my back as I heave it up, high over my head.
“Margot, no!” Kane warns. “Stay back!”
Lee smiles, more reptile than ever with new gaps in his teeth.
“Fugg you, Saind,” he slurs. “Gonna kill you.”
The gun inches closer.
Kane’s neck muscles bulge in stark relief.
My arms are shaking.
I can’t hold this statue much longer, I—
“Drop it, you asshole,” Kane rasps. “Last chance.”
“Nodding else madders,” Lee gurgles.
The gun barrel digs into Kane’s stomach.
Lee’s bloody smile widens.
“Y-ou you’re the reason my life’s shid. They’ll know shoon. The whole wide whirld.”
“Go ahead,” Kane snaps, right in his face now, pressing his bulk into the gun. “Shoot me. Won’t change a damn thing. Nothing will do that when you chose violence. You chose to be a slave to your past.”
“No!” I whisper.
