DAMON
I gripped onto the gun, slowly pulling back the trigger, but her image flashed through my head. Her voice echoed through my mind like a haunting melody.
"Baby."
She had whispered earlier, so soft and vulnerable, and I pulled the trigger... away from his head as the bullet struck the concrete wall with a loud crack.
I watched Michael's eyes – they were squeezed shut, expecting his brain to be shattered across the walls and his body to collapse lifeless on the chair. It took him a long second before he could open his eyes, his gaze meeting mine. They looked glassy, filled with tears and unbearable pain.
"You don't deserve death. You don't deserve a quick death. Annabel deserves to receive an apology from you directly..."
I said, standing on my feet and walking towards a smiling C
