Chapter 20
"Don't move, Thorne," Damien said, his voice as cool as steel. As he emerged from the darkness, the little moonlight hit the shine of his sword.
I hissed and automatically dragged Lyra behind me. Though my heart thundered in my chest, I kept my face expressionless. You are making a mistake.
"No, you made the mistake," he screamed back with a hateful tone. "You picked her above us."
Lyra interjected, her voice sharp but eager, "Damien, listen to me." You are free not to do this.
His eyes flickered to her, softening for a fleeting moment then grew harsh once again. He grabbed, "don't." Don't try to argue with me. You have no sense of the weight involved.
Knowing just what was at danger, I moved forth. But murdering us won't bring about any rightness.
Rising the rifle higher
