Chapter 8 - THE ESCAPEI didn't run away. I ran to the basement vault, where the emergency communications were located. I sent the files—the entire logbook, the bank accounts, the photos—to every major news outlet and the Department of Justice.
Then, I grabbed the heavy-duty shotgun Ricardo kept in the emergency locker. I wasn't a soldier, but I was a woman who had buried a husband, and I was done watching the world break the things I loved.
I burst back into the foyer, gun leveled.
I fought like a woman possessed, my movements driven by the grief I had been holding for two years. Nero joined me, a black blur of teeth and muscle. We fought our way back to Ricardo.
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He was wounded, bleeding, but he looked up at me and smiled—a real, human smile.
"You really are a widow," he wheezed. "The most dangerous creature in the world."
