Her grin is visible only in the way her eyes narrow at me. “If you’re going to shoot me, then get it over with, Bones. If I’m going to die today, it will only be at your hands.” She walks until her forehead is pressed against the gun, leaning against the weight of my hold and shutting her eyes. My hands are trembling uncontrollably. “I’m tired, so it’s okay. If this is where it ends, it’s okay.”
