Kurt’s heart cracked open.
Glenn sneered, his face twisted and cruel in the faint glow of sunrise that filtered through the nearby trees. “He had too many rules.You should have let him die. Then all of this could have been avoided.”
“No,” she said, deathly calm. “I should have done a better job ofkilling you.”
He slapped her.
Kurt jerked against his captors and growled. The men holding his arms stumbled, but held tight. If he were free, he’d kill Glenn with his bare hands.
Red welts rose on Caitlyn’s left cheekbone. The fucker had hit her hard.
Glenn gripped her chin and she flinched. They locked gazes.
Birds chirped. Palm trees rustled. Waves crashed. Men sighed and shifted their weapons. Kurt invented a dozen never-before-imagined ways of killing a man.
“I will make you suffer before you die.” Glenn’s horrible smile would have given the Devil pause. He released her face with a push and placed his hands on his hips as he faced Kurtand Rose. “Which one do you love more?” he asked, with a grand sweep of his arm in their direction.
Caitlyn tensed and looked at them both in turn.
“That’s right.” Glenn waved a hand in their direction. “You choose who lives.”
Her head whipped back to him, eyes wide. “What?”
He gave her an insolent shrug. “You heard me.”
Kurt’s veins throbbed with urgency.
At Glenn’s nod, the guards usheredKurt and Rose toward the cliff, staging them dangerously close to the edge about twenty feet apart, on either side of a buttress of crumbled boulders that churned the deep blue waters far below. Prodded by rifles, they turned their backs to the ocean to face their executioner.
“No!” Caitlyn fought against the men who held her arms, kicking out at Glenn’s legs.
“Enough!” He put his index fingerright in her face, a vein in his forehead threatening to pop. “You will choose, or I’ll have my men shoot all three of you, right now.”
“Four of us.”
His pale brows slanted. “Four?”
“Rose is carrying your baby. Baby makes four.”
God, the beautiful woman never gave up.
Glenn scoffed and shook his head.
Jack Cartwright cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Actually, sir, she’s right.”
“What?” Glenn’s harsh voice lashed the air.
The Hulk’s jaw tightened. “When she was at the clinic, the doctor confirmed it.”
“That little cock rat could have been with anyone.” Glenn gave the large man a dismissive wave and returned his attention to Caitlyn. “Enough of this.” He crossed his arms. “Both of them are going over the edge. You are free to follow—and try to save—whomever you choose.”
Kurt met Caitlyn’s stricken gaze with a small shake of his head. He’d been on borrowed time for six years. If he died now, after he’d finally made love to the woman he’d craved for more than a third of his life, after he’d finally told her what was in his heart, so be it.
But he wouldn’t go without a fight, especially if he could improve Caitlyn and Rose’s chances for survival.
“At least untiethem,” Caitlyn said.
Glenn gave her a withering look. “This is not a game. This is vengeance.” He leaned in, his face mottled red, eyes nearly slits. “Death by bullet or water?”
