"She can't be dead! This is another setup. You're all in on it!" Richard roared, eyes red and unhinged.
He lunged forward, trying to feel for my pulse. In a flash, Noah tilted the muzzle.
Bang! The bullet grazed Richard's scalp and blew apart a vase behind him.
Richard crumpled to the floor. Victor clutched the doorframe so tightly that his nails tore into the wood, blood welling up.
"Faking a death is a serious crime. Hand her over, and we'll pretend this never happened," he said, still forcing calm through his judge-like restraint.
Noah gave a low, ice-cold laugh full of contempt. He eased my head onto the sofa back and draped his coat over me. Then he took a mini projector from his pocket.
He dropped it onto the coffee table. "Regretting it now? Then open your damn eyes and see fo
