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39- The Ultimate Test
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2025-02-20 20:29:21The tears glistened on Haines' face like shattered glass, streaking down his cheeks in silent betrayal. His hands trembled as he lifted the gun, the weight of it too heavy—not because of the metal, but because of what it meant. What he was about to do.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, frozen in place, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had pleaded. I had begged. I had told him he had a choice. But in the end, it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered in this world except survival.
That was the brutal truth, the one I had spent so long denying. I had clung to the belief that something more existed, that honor and humanity still had a place here. That mercy meant something.
But it didn’t.
Not when you were staring down the barrel of a gun.
My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths as I locked eyes with him, searching for any sign—any indication—that there was still a shred of the man I had tried
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I ran after him, reached for his arm, and grabbed him. My fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve, the solid muscle of his forearm beneath. The contact was electric, a connection forced when he had made every effort to maintain distance. I pulled, forcing him to stop, to acknowledge me, to face what he was trying so hard to avoid."I want answers. Right now." The words burst from me, raw and demanding, brooking no refusal. There was no room for compromise in them, no space for negotiation or delay. They hung in the air between us, a gauntlet thrown down, a challenge issued that could not be withdrawn.And that was when everything shattered.The moment my fingers tightened around his sleeve, I knew I had pushed too far. Dante stopped. Abruptly. Too fast. My momentum carried me forward another half-step before I registered the sudden stillness in him—a dangerous stillness that made the air around us feel electrified.Before I could
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