“No, angel,” he says softly, like he’s a whole different person. “Don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” I shake my head, praying to God that we make it out of here alive. “You don’t have to do this, Monty. You don’t. You can keep me. We can run away together, but you don’t need to hurt them. Just let them go.” Hayes is turning an angry shade of red as he listens to the words coming from my mouth, but I don’t care. If that’s what it’ll take so they can go free, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.
