INDY STRUGGLED AGAINST Garrett, refusing to go with him. She wasn’t leaving Finn. She wasn’t. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. She couldn’t dash them away, because her hands were still tied behind her back. Garrett had been smart enough to only release her feet, dragging her out of the basement and up the stairs, locking the door behind him as they went.
“Why are you doing this? That’s your brother in there. Don’t you care about your brother?” she screamed.
“Me and Griff ain’t seen eye-to-eye for a long time, now,” Garrett mumbled. “It’s a little unfortunate that things had to end this way. But it was always going to be me or him. Only one of us is going to win.”
“I don’t get it. You’re identical twins. Aren’t you supposed to be soulmates, or something?” How could he do this?
