Page 161 of Symphony for Lies

“Let me go!” I roared, thrashing against him. “Let me fucking go!”

“Look at his hand!”

I barely processed his words.But then, I belatedly saw what he was talking about.

A small, simple switch.

My heart stopped.

A detonator.

“Fuck. That could be a bomb. You wanna save Amelia or kill her?”

I panted, my fury blistering hot under my skin.

A low chuckle drifted through the air. “Not as reckless as I thought.” Watson toyed with the switch, rolling it between his fingers. “I have someone here. If anyone enters the labyrinth, I’ll know immediately.”

His thumb traced the trigger.

“One push and it all ends.”

I imagined tackling him. Slamming him to the ground, ripping that device from his fingers and crushing him.

“Don’t.” Spencer’s fingers dug into my arm. “He wants you to lose control.”

My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.

“Amelia has to find her own way out.” Watson’s voice was calm. Almost fatherly. “That is her task. If she succeeds, I let her go. If not…”

My blood turned to ice.

“You sick son of a—”

His lips curled up. “Those are the rules.” He pulled a knife from his pocket.“This is my game.” With that, he turned and disappeared.

Spencer ripped me backward before I could follow the psychopath.“We have to think. He has Amelia. If you run in there, she dies.”

My breath came out in ragged gasps. My chest ached. She was so close. Somewhere in the fucking labyrinth.

And I couldn’t get to her. I couldn’t help her. I was fucking useless.

“No, no, no!” Panic clawed at my throat.

Spencer’s gaze flicked to the building. “Come with me.”

My legs refused to move.

“Zane. Get. It. Together.”

He grabbed my arm and hauled me toward the building. I let him. But my mind… my heart stayed behind with her.

Spencer kicked open the doors of the old parish, making the heavy wood slam against the walls with a resounding boom. We swept the room with sharp, frantic eyes—

Nothing.

No sign of life.

Just silence.

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