Page 105 of Darkness of Mine


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When he reaches the door to Allie’s apartment, he takes out a silver pistol. We left the door cracked open and he pushes on it, checking his surroundings before entering and finding Allie on the couch.

He stares at Jude’s body. “I told you not to touch them.”

I let out a breath. Freya was right. For some reason Jeremiah’s told Zach not to hurt us.

Allie peers up at him. “They were keeping me here. He wouldn’t let me leave and you said I’d be free. You promised.”

Keeping his gun lowered by his side, Zach crouches down and presses two fingers to Jude’s inner wrist.

His face pinches. “Fuck!” He stands up and kicks the coffee table. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he shouts, the sound filtering through the thin wall. His nostrils flare and he grips his short brown hair with his free hand as he regains control and turns to Allie. “When do they handover your protection detail?”

“Not for another few hours.”

Zach’s gaze cuts back to Jude. “How do I know he’s really dead?”

I wince as he kicks Jude’s leg.

“What?” Allie frowns.

Zach steps towards her. “I worked with the FBI for years. You think I don’t know there are ways to fake a death? You’ve been with them for days. Why should I believe you?”

Allie tilts her head.

A hollow look takes over her face.

Dread seeps into my limbs, but it’s too late.

Her thumb flicks the safety of the gun off and in less than a second she’s raised the pistol and shot Jude.

His body jolts, thick blood oozing from the wound, mixing with the fake blood staining his shirt.

Behind me, I’m vaguely aware of Eli lunging for the door, of River holding him back, but my gaze is locked on the screen.

That didn’t just happen. She didn’t just shoot Jude. He’s not dead. He can’t be.

Freya grabs my shoulder. “Is he- did she…”

I force my emotions down and squint at the screen. The blood seeps slowly from Jude’s chest.That’s not right.

I heave in a breath, the panic unhooking from my heart. “It’s not real.”

Eli stills where River has him pinned to the wall with an arm across his torso. “What?”

“He’s not dead,” I say.

Eli’s pale face flushes.

“The blood is too thick. It’s been made to look like he’s already dead but if that shot was real then there’d be way more blood. It’s a squib.”

River lets Eli go.

“You’re sure?” Eli asks, looking between me and the screen.

I nod.

“Then what the fuck is happening?”

I have no clue.