Chapter SeventeenI freeze as he charges at me.
Even before Maya’s reading, this man looked big and scary, but now that I know about his penchant for knife torture, the terror is paralyzing.
Somehow, my muscles unlock and I reach into my secret pocket to grab my gun.
The admiral also reaches into his pocket as he runs, taking out a syringe.
Gulping in a breath, I rip my gun out of its hiding spot and shoot.
My shaking hands must mess up the shot because the admiral keeps coming, seemingly unscathed.
He’s so close now that I’d have no problem hitting him with the next bullet—except he moves too fast.
Before I can squeeze the trigger, he chops at my wrists with the edge of his palm, like a karate master attempting to break a brick.
Pain explodes in my arms, and the weapon clatters to
