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He releases me, blocking me from running out of the room by colliding with his chest. Justin has his back to us, setting aside a shovel, a torch, money, and an axe from a rucksack. I feel myself die inside, my breaths coming out in hard bursts as his whistling halts.
Panic starts to rip through me as Tobias pushes me towards him, and as soon as his hazel eyes land on me, he shakes his head. “You’re an idiot,” he tells me.
I turn quickly to Tobias, my eyes pleading with him. "Don't do this," I cry. His face darkens, his eyes void of all emotion. Bile stings my throat, vision blurring as my heart accelerates to an unhealthy pace. I open my mouth to beg, to somehow make him snap out of it, to make him realize it's me, but he jerks his neck to the side in dismissal. "Please, Tobias," I whimper.
“Can’t believe Aria actually showed up. Dumb bitch.”
"This isn't Aria,” Tobias says, and I stop breathing.
"Can we get this over with? We can just torture the information out of her, or maybe just kill her," Justin says. "The only reason we're still here is your little infatuation with the whore." He looks at me with disgust, waving his knife around. "Tell him where Ewan is so we can get to it already."
Ewan?
My confusion makes Justin laugh. “You didn’t really think we were going to leave without dealing with your boyfriend, did you?”
I feel a tear trickle down my cheek as Tobias smirks at Justin, chortling and rolling his shoulder with his rapidly blinking eyes on me again. "Sheis a whore, Aria isn't. Ewan isn’t any of their boyfriend."
"Whatever," Justin retorts, shaking his head at his manic friend. "So, Aria isn't Aria. Then who the fuck is she?"
Tobias releases me ever so slightly, frowning at Justin, who backs away. "I don't know who the hell she is, but she isn't Aria. And I'm not leaving until I have her!"
When he turns back to me, I see the faltering in his expression,myTobias trying to push through, to snap himself out of whatever is going on. "I need Aria," he tells me, loweringhis voice to a desperate whisper. "You have no idea how much I need her. Do you at least know where she is?"
Justin wiggles his finger next to his head in a circular motion, rolling his eyes, referring to Tobias as a lunatic behind his back before sliding off the counter.
I shake my head when he pushes me for a reply, wincing as he pulls my hair tighter, anxiety riddling me as Justin approaches on the left, swinging the knife in his hand. "Or...we can just kill you," he says with a shrug. "I don't mind. Then we can leave already."
"The baby," I whisper, my lip quivering as I flatten my palm over my abdomen protectively. "Tobias...the baby. Please, let us go."
"Who cares if she’s pregnant?" Justin asks Tobias in disgust, grimacing at him. "Just kill them both so we can be on our way. You don't need them."
I feel my heart sink as Tobias shakes his head, sniffing, the anger on his face evident. "Aria's carrying my child,nother. It's not mine."
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, tears streaming down my face. “Please snap out of it, Tobias. Please.”
Justin flips a knife in his hand. "Can we kill her and leave? The cops are probably tracking her car."
"Tobias..." Whimpering with a shaky bottom lip, I feel immense fear, the feeling multiplying as Tobias stays silent. "It's me."
He shoves me forward. "Kill her."
As soon as the words drop from Tobias' mouth, my brows knit together in confusion, and before I can even respond or beg him, I feel a sharp, painful sting just above my hip, blistering shocks travelling down my leg and up my side.
I look with wide eyes and a shuddering body, seeing the knife piercing through my skin, shoved in until the hilt, followed byJustin's lips coming to my ear. "You don't deserve to be a mother anyway."
He pulls the blade out abruptly, making my body horribly convulse and fold. I gasp, my breathing completely halted as I drop to my knees, holding my hand to the gaping wound.
Tobias stands back, his eyes wide as he looks from me then to Justin holding the bloody weapon, running his finger up the soaked metal, coating his skin in red as he inspects it.
"Tobias," I choke, attempting to lean forward and grab his hand for help. "Please."
Time stands still, and I see my entire life flash before my eyes for the second time before I hear sirens, and both of them vanish.
Chapter 42
Aria
Beeping, voices, and a trace of the familiar sound of Ewan's soft snores gradually build from an echo. Distant chatter and someone crying has me opening one of my eyes with effort, the dryness of my mouth and lips uncomfortable, the ache of my entire body making me grimace loudly.
