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Chapter Eighteen
BELLA'S POV I try to imagine Skylar's smiling face even as the first archer prepares to fire the first arrow. The crowd is screaming wildly and I can barely concentrate on forming a perfect image of Skylar in my head. I want him to be the last person I think of before death, perhaps that way I will always dream of him. The Archer aims his arrow, he will of course hit one of the marked spots. Hopefully he will do me a favour of aiming at the one on the left side of my chest, right where my heart is. I would like to die very quickly instead of experiencing the pain of having six arrows thrust into my fresh. "Five! . . Four! . . . three!..." The Beta does the count down while the Archer holds the bow and arrow ready. The crowd joins in the count down, "Two! . . . One!!!!!" I shut my
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