THE GUN RATTLED IN HER HANDS. Not just her hands. All of her, all of her was shaking, her body a bomb-shelter. Sobs came rushing from her mouth, her knees giving out. Mud splattered where she fell. She trembled, the taste of another man’s blood slipping into her mouth with every tear that fell.
Oh god. Oh, GOD.
It was all over her. It was… everywhere. Like freckles on her skin, it was e v e r y w h e r e.
And yes, it was survival… maybe that was the worst part. Him or her. Him or them. She’d nearly forgotten Toni, still bound behind her, and crawled on hands and knees to her side, teeth chattering like a deep-set winter had crawled into Lara’s bones and DIED there.
She had a terrible feeling that wasn’t going to be the last death at her hands.
“ Oh, god, Toni I –– ” Words failed. A low whine like an injured animal’s was building in her throat. Her face was pressed into her hands, as she tried to pretend like she wasn’t on the BRINK of fall-out.
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