Falkirk snarled, “You stole my inheritance, little sister, you and your brother and your deceiving whore of a mother. But what’s all that money worth to you now, you little shit?” He was crazy, really and truly, and Amity expected she’d be dead without ever knowing he pulled the trigger—it would be that fast—but she did what she had to do, anyway. With her right hand, she slapped at the pistol, which surprised him, and the front sight of the weapon nicked the skin at the corner of her eye socket, but the muzzle swung wide of her head. Her mother drove the knife down with all the force she
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