All I could do was run around my room with my lover’s release still damp on my inner thighs and submit to my nemesis. I couldn’t text Jethro to tell him I’d been caught. I couldn’t grab the gun I’d hidden thanks to Jasmine. One moment, I’d been love-bruised and adored, tiptoeing back into the Hall the next, I was trapped, forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie, and obey Daniel as he lurked in my doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre belongings. My heart hurt-as if every mile between us and Hawksridge was a blade slicing me further from Jethro’s protection-a disharmony in an already discorded symphony. “I think you’ll find we can.” He shoved me higher. Tear out the cog from every watch.ĭaniel cackled. “You can’t do this!” How had this happened? How had mere hours turned the entire universe against me? Again. I stumbled, bashing my knee against the high tread. “Get up the fucking stairs, Weaver.” Daniel jabbed his elbow into my spine. I pushed back, gripping the handrails of the private jet, throwing my weight against Daniel’s incessant pushing. The diamond collar that’d seen what I’d seen and whispered with phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around my neck.Ī heavy yoke settled over the top of my spine. I cried out as the scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat. Not after everything you’ve done.” Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn’t hesitate. And my heart…it demanded more hope, more life, more love. He placed it on the other side of the wooden block. I didn’t want to think about what its contents would be. “In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to endure. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg but I’d vowed not to beg. Just a raised podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side. Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks smuggled-a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner.

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Final Debt by Pepper Winters