"Jamie's not dead, I swear," she said, attempting to shield her face from another blow and stop the bleeding from the first. "I didn't want to go along with it, but Sam and Laura made me. You've got to believe me."
"You could have said something. You could have made sure your bullets missed. Elliott is dead, Camilla. DEAD!" She punched her again.
"I'm sorry!" Camilla pleaded, blood gushing from her nose. "I'm so sorry."
Cadence drew the g*n she had taken from Laura, quite certain any bullets inside would be titanium. "You will be," she replied, pointing the g*n at her head.
"Cadence! Don't do it!" Aaron had caught up to her. He grabbed her from behind, wrapped one arm around her waist, and lifted her cleanly off of the hysterical woman.
"Why not?" she argued, flailing. "She deserves i
