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Sara
A million thoughts race through my mind. In a flash, I take in the guns on the dead men and on the floor—all within reach, but none close enough to grab before Henderson plants the bullet in Yulia’s brain.
My terrified gaze meets Nora’s, and I see the same doomed calculation in her eyes.
Even if we were good enough shots to hit Yulia’s captor without killing her, we wouldn’t be fast enough.
Not with Henderson’s gun pressed to her temple.
“Kick away those guns,” he orders, and I hesitate for a second, then numbly obey as Nora does the same.
Not only would we be too slow, but Henderson’s not much taller than long-limbed Yulia. With him using her as a shield, even a trained sniper wouldn’t make the shot.
My gaze falls on the baby clutched tightly against Nora’s chest. Lizzie s
