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Оглавление“Wyatt!” She screamed his name at the top of her lungs.
Mr. Thomas’s steps faltered. He tossed her, and she landed on the grass on her behind with a grunt. Where was her weapon? She had nothing. He was going to kill her now, and there was no way she could fight him off.
But someone did have a gun. “Wyatt!”
The glint of a knife flashed in the moonlight. She couldn’t see his face, but did that matter? In a minute she would take her last breath, a statistic. A memory.
His hand gripped her hair and pulled her face back to his. “What did you just say?”
“Wyatt,” Nina breathed.
“Well. This just got a lot more interesting. I suppose that was the man in your condo? Did you tell him all about me?”
“So what if I did?” she gasped.
“Then he must die, too.”
“No—”
Mr. Thomas slammed her head on the ground, and everything went black.
