He stood and stepped toward me, determination in his eyes. I raised the barrel to his chest. The gun was so heavy, my arms shook, the trigger burning my finger. “Don’t. Please don’t.” My blood rushed so loudly in my ears it almost drowned out my voice. Jaw tight, he paused. “I can’t be the reason my papa dies. I can’t . . .” Tears ran down my cheeks. “Just let me go,” I pleaded. “That’s all I want.” He made a dark, disbelieving sound. “You’re a better liar than I thought.” “What?” My chest constricted. “Was this your plan?” he growled. “Were you thinking about saving your goddamn father’s life
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