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“Kurt?” Kira said in a cautious tone. He had gone completely still behind her, but his breathing was strangely ragged, as if he had been for a run.
“Nadine…” He uttered the name in a moan of despair.
“I killed her,” he murmured in her ear in a barely audible voice. “Please… It was an accident! Don’t go…”
The knife at her throat slid sideways.
Kira didn’t hesitate.
She ducked her head below the reach of the knife and turned to face him. Her left arm snaked out to grab the wrist of the hand that held the gun as her right hand snatched the barrel and twisted in a single, fluid movement. The gun clattered to the floor. She kicked it across the room to Nick.
Kurt seemed to return to himself from wherever he had gone. Kira saw the blade of the knife plunging down toward her. She droppe
