The men tightened their circle, daggers raised, inching closer to Madeline. Every step was slow, deliberate, their eyes locked on her.
Madeline’s body ached, every inch of her battered and raw. Still, anger bubbled inside her, fierce and bright, refusing to let her collapse. She had no idea where the strength came from, but as one of the men lunged, she swung her stick at him again.
This time they were ready. Their knives flashed, darting in at her from every side. They didn’t go for a killing blow. Instead, they stabbed at her arms, her legs, any place they could hit that would hurt the most.
She was no match for them now. Her limbs felt heavy, her movements sluggish. Someone kicked her stick away, another slashed her arm. Pain shot up her side and she gasped, biting back a cry. The leader just threw his head back and laughed.
“Don’t let her die so soon. Where’s the fun in that?”
Madeline’s legs threatened to give out. She bowed her head, a bitter laugh slipping from her lips.
The leader frowned. “What’s so funny?”
She lifted her gaze, eyes sharp. “Just thinking that I won’t be alone on my way to the afterlife. With so many idiots like you to keep me company, at least it’ll be lively.”
He stared at her, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Christian told you to fall back because Julian was in the car. He didn’t want Julian to get hurt. But you listened to Helene and kept coming after us. Now Julian’s gone over the cliff. You don’t even know if he’s alive or dead. Do you really think Christian’s going to forgive you?”
Her voice was soft and even, almost gentle. That calm cut deeper than a knife. The men started to look at each other, shifting with unease.
She was right. Julian was gone. They were the ones responsible.
The leader’s jaw clenched. His men were rattled, and he barked at her, “Stop talking nonsense.”
She met his gaze, unflinching. “Is anything I said wrong?”

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