Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
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“Hell Night’s not going to happen.”
“I have faith,” said Benjamin. “Chief Novak’s a good man. He’ll make sure it continues, now that the mayor’s dead.”
“So we’re going to wait until you shift, and then what? Then you’ll kill me?”
Benjamin shook his head. “It won’t be me. It’ll be him. The demon.”
“It’ll be you,” Amber said angrily. “It’ll still be you, Benjamin.”
“No, you’re wrong. I can’t control him when he takes over.”
“You’ll kill me,” she said. “If you change, you’ll kill me.”
“He’ll kill you.”
“You’re the one who’ll be pulling that trigger, just like you’re the one keeping me here right now. This is murder, Benjamin. You will be murdering me.”
“No. It’s not like that.”
“Don’t do this. Let me go.”
“I can’t.”
Every fibre of her being wanted to shift, but she stayed as she was. “Then shoot me,” said Amber. “If you’re going to do it, do it. I’d rather be murdered by a human being than a demon.”
“I’m not a killer.”
“That’s exactly what you’ll be, Benjamin. Why waste time? You have the gun, so do it.”
“No,” said Benjamin. “No, we’ll just wait. We’ll wait here.”
“I’m not waiting,” she told him, her lip curling into a snarl. “If you’re going to kill me, be a man and kill me. Otherwise, I’m walking out that door.”
“Don’t move, Amber, please.”
“I’m walking out that goddamn door.”
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Benjamin. You can put down the gun and let me walk out of here. You can let me take my chances outside. This doesn’t have to end with you and me. We’re not enemies.”
“I’m warning you …”
“You’re not going to shoot me, Benjamin,” Amber said, and stepped forward.
The blast filled the room and Amber felt a tug in her belly, and all at once her legs didn’t work and she was on her back, gasping.
Numb fingers scrabbled at her jacket, pulling it open. Blood was already pouring from the wound above her navel, soaking through her shirt. She tried pressing her hands against it. The blood kept coming.
“Just wait here,” she heard Benjamin mumble. “We’ll just wait here and it’ll all be over soon.”
The bullet must have gone straight through because there was more blood leaking from her back. She was lying in an ever-growing pool of her own blood and now the pain was coming. It flared suddenly and Amber cried out.
“Hush,” said Benjamin. “Just hush now. It’ll be all right. You shouldn’t have done that. I told you not to move and you moved. Why did you do that? Why did you make me shoot you?”