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You think that I’ at you

I hate that I love this I hate that the adrenaline pulee I’ Anton and Barron feels fantastic

I can hear footsteps echoing aroundtoward her "I’m sorry, Lila," says Anton "I know that--"

"You should have killed me when you had the chance," she says

Soh bare fingers onI can’t fake He pulls opento see wires

"You’re a little devil, Cassel Sharpe," Grandad says under his breath

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty I force un," Anton says, and this tiot the knife in one hand "You know you don’t want to do this"

"Get against the sinks!" she says

He drops his knife and swipes his hand toward her, knocking the gun out of her grip It skitters across the floor

She lunges for it at the saet up, but Grandad presses un, Anton fires three tiers back, but she isn’t wired up so there’s no bang, no blood The pellets hit her har to the floor

We’re un in his hand Then he looks at rowls, throwing aside the fake gun It hits the tiles so hard a piece of it chips off

This is bad

My grandfather gets between us, and I try to shove him out of the way, as a voice coh," Zacharov says, into a sudden pocket of silence He clih it’s stiff

Anton stuhost We all freeze

Barron points an accusing finger in my direction "You played ," Zacharov says in his accented voice "You were like this ater pistols when you were children Waving the"

"Why did-- What did you know?" Anton asks "Why did you pretend--"

Zacharov grimaces "I would never have believed that you, Anton, would betray our family I would never have believed that you would plot to kill me You, of all people, who I would have randfather "Fa anymore, does it?"

Grandad looks from Barron to me, like he’s not sure how to answer

Anton takes two steps toward Zacharov, his ly way Barron picks up the knife that Anton dropped and flips it around in his hand Flips it closed, then open again

I roll over and push e to get up ontoto leave here alive," Anton tells Zacharov, gesturing to Barron and the knife

I have only one card left to play, but it’s a good one I stand This is like being on the roof of Sain; if I slip, I die

"I’ at Anton "It takes guts to kill a man with your hands You don’t have the balls"

"Shut up," says Anton He turns to Barron "Give me the knife I’ll show hirabs hold of her arainst him

Her lip curls Her eyes smolder with banked fire as she stares at her cousin "I’ll kill you," she says

Barron doesn’t hand over the knife, but he does start to smile He raises the tip to Anton’s throat

"Don’t point that thing atat Barron’s hand "What are you waiting for? Give it here"

"I’ht way," Barron says "Sorry"

I take a deep breath and springwith Zacharov for ives ans, but he’s got to realize that keeping the knife at Anton’s neck is the hten on Lila’s arht"

Barron nods

"No, you haven’t," Anton says to Barron "Why? Even if you’d screw me over, there’s no way you’d screw Philip"

"He’s in this too," says Barron He twists the knife in his hand, letting the fluorescent lights reflect off the blade

"Philip would never turn on ether We planned it for years"

Barron shrugs his shoulders "If that’s true, then where is he? If he was so loyal, wouldn’t he be here?"

Then Anton looks at me "This doesn’t make any sense"

"What doesn’t make sense?" Lila asks She cuts her eyes toward me for a moment "You think you’re the only one who can betray people, Anton? You think you’re the only liar?"

I can see the conflict in Anton’s face He’s still trying to figure out his nextthe head of our family," Barron says He doesn’t look confused; he doesn’t even flinch

"But he’s going to kill you, idiot," Anton says He sounds lost "You threw everything away for nothing You kidnapped his daughter You’re dead ave us," Barron says "He made a deal with Philip and me to let that slide It was more important to prove that you planned to kill him We’re nobodies You’re his nephew"

Zacharov snorts softly, shaking his head Then he extends his hand toward Barron, who gently drops the knife into Zacharov’s hand

I let out a breath I didn’t knoas holding

"Anton," Zacharov says, letting go of Lila as though he suddenly realizes that he should "You’re outnuo get Stanley Tell hiot to deal with"

Lila wipes her hands on her dress and doesn’t look any of us in the face I try to catch her eye, but it’s impossible She heads toward the door

Zacharov is the one who aze He knows that I played hiht nod of his head