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Back Rapture
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
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  54. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  55. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It was the letter Michel had asked her to write to the Savoie family to help ease their fears and loosen their purse strings. The handwriting on both letters, of course, was identical.

Inaya went numb. She was aware of herself as if from some great height.

“We have you out, Madame de Fourré,” the Angel said. “Is there anything more you wish to say before we separate your head from your body and end this petty insurgency once and for all?”

30.

Nyx tagged the woman as a bel dame almost immediately. It meant Nyx already had her scattergun half-drawn when the bel dame went for hers. Young women always liked to shoot off quips before their guns.

Older women knew better.

Nyx’s gun went off a breath before the bel dame’s. She stepped into the woman’s space as she shot, batting away her gun with one hand while continuing to shoot with the other. Four shots to the chest put her down.

It was one of the quickest fights Nyx had ever been in.

Nyx let off her last shot into the woman’s hand, ensuring it was too mangled to work the gun that had fallen just out of her reach.

She pressed a knee onto the bel dame’s stomach to hold her still and leaned over her. The woman was coughing blood. She couldn’t have been much more than twenty.

“Who sent you?” Nyx said. She pressed the gun to the woman’s face. Not that it mattered much. She was out of rounds, and the woman was dead anyway.

Just coughing. More blood. And fear. It was strange to see fear in a bel dame’s face, but death was different at twenty than forty. She watched the bel dame bleed out, right up until her eyes went dead and the bleeding stopped as the bug in her head kicked in.

Nyx glanced up at the others. Kage had pulled out her gun and circled back around Ahmed, looking for more shooters. Ahmed still stood exactly where he had when the bel dame pulled her gun, a dumb expression on his face.

“You want to cut off her head?” Nyx said. “She was after you, not me.”

Ahmed shook his head.

“Well, I’d recommend you do it, or somebody’s going to bring her back,” Nyx said. “Then you and I need to talk.”