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He let his knees go until they hit the road, hated pretending even for a moment

Stone was a vindictive prick, just as he’d iined He made sure to turn the blade as Peirce fell Peirce cried out like a good little actor should

And, like he’d hoped, Stone pulled out the blade and moved back toward Emma

Emma

Tears were strea on her cheek fro to kill the bastard

The knife was still there, just off to his right

Stone was busy entleman’s weapon Peirce held in his snort He withdrew the knife slowly, refusing to give away his advantage before he had to

“But, art is that he doesn’t knohen it’s his time to die”

Well, that got his attention

Stone was turning back, so Peirce dropped his hand to his side, concealing the knife along his leg He could feel so down his hipprobably blood, since it arm Stone must have hit pretty deep

Stone dragged E her to him like a shield Her face was pale, her expression terrified But not for herself

For him

So a pistol on hih More whispered bullshit to Emma, no doubt

Peirce stared into her eyes, focused on her He had to make her understand him “Look at me, babe Just at me”

She nodded once, small, barely noticeable She was the bravest woman he’d ever met and she’d survive this