Page 46 of Devil’s Deceit
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Risk doesn't waste a second. He rushes toward me like a comet. But he doesn't get the chance to take me down. Ghost does that for him. He cracks me in the forehead with the butt of his gun and I go down. The gravel bites into my knees, the world turning black around the edges.
"Motherfucker," Ruin swears.
I slump forward.
The last thing I see is Risk's boots.
The last thing I think is his sister's name.
Jessie.
Jessie.
