“As long as you die with me, that’s all that matters.”
He lunged for her, driving his shoulder into her waist. The tire iron slipped from his grip. The gas can flew from her hand, splashing the remainder of its contents across his torso.
The whoosh of flames around the trailer sent heat searing after him. The match had hit its target.
Clint rolled to douse the blaze that streaked across his sleeve. Misty hung on, scratched at him like a wildcat. He rolled again, this time to escape the roar of the inferno eating at the metal walls of the trailer.
“Die!” she screamed as she fought him, tried to jab her fingers into his eyes.
Clint pinned her body with his own. He blocked the jab from her left hand with his left forearm. His right arm burned like hell from where his sleeve had caught on fire.
Screaming vile curses at him, Misty tried to buck him off. He pressed his full weight down on her.
She reached for something with her right hand. He tried to deflect with his injured arm.
Too late.
Metal connected with his skull.
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A circle of flames closed in on the trailer. They needed help. Now! Emily rushed out of the barn as she prepared to call 911.
Movement in her peripheral vision caused her to stumble.
Clint and . . .Misty.
Misty hit him with a tire iron.
Emily altered her course.
She dived on top of Misty before she could swing her weapon again. They struggled. Nails dug into Emily’s throat. She punched at Misty’s face. Fingers twisted in Emily’s hair. She cried out but didn’t stop pounding with her fists and kicking with her feet. She reared and twisted her torso, tried to throw Misty off.
Misty’s head suddenly jerked backward.
Emily scrambled out from under her.
“Get up, you idiot!”
Justine.
“You can’t let her get away,” Misty wailed as she staggered to her feet. “She knows! Just like Heather did!”
“Shut up!” Clutching a gun in her hand, Justine glared at Misty.
What was Justine doing with a gun?Oh, God. It was true.
Emily scooted closer to Clint’s motionless body, hoping the argument between the two women would keep them distracted for a moment.Please don’t let him be dead!She reached out, felt his chest rise and fall.
Thank God.
All she had to do now was tap that green icon on the screen. She’d entered the digits and—the phone suddenly flew out of her hand.Justine. She had kicked the phone away.
“Scoot away from him!”
Emily didn’t move, just stared at this evil person she had respected ... had considered a friend.
“Get up!” Justine aimed the gun at her.
