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And I hate that.
His grip tightens.
Pain shoots up my arm—
I go still.
Just for a second.
Just enough—
To make him think I’ve given up.
Mistake.
His.
I twist hard—break the angle—reach for the knife at my boot—
Almost—
Almost—
A shot cracks.
Close.
Deafening.
The man above me jerks.
Then stills.
Jase
I don’t remember crossingthe distance.
I don’t remember deciding to move.
One second—
I hear her.
The next—
I’m there.
Gun up.
Trigger pulled.
Target down.
No hesitation.
No warning.
No mercy.
