My uncle pulls himself onto a dusty sofa and sits down facing me. “No, I won't kill them. You are going to choose to get who among them gets killed first. You should have listened when I told you there was no way out.…”
He pulls out a cigar and lights it up before he continues speaking.
“Wake her up now...” He commands. “And when she is up… you decide who will die first if it's her or the other two?”
I have never come face to face with this side of my uncle's threatening side. Just a little scaring me off now and then, but he never looked like that.
I know I was out of my mind when I pushed things with Keirah.
I craved to save her with all my being. Every inch of me is shouting, save her!
Save her from what my uncle planned for her.
Save her from the pain.
Save her to save the worl
