I was sure that begging for my life wouldn’t save me. The question had been contemptuous and cold – nothing more than a way to humiliate the weakness of his captured prey. He loathed me too much to let me go.
But I didn’t know if Gabriel was safe yet. My son still needed me. Shame for showing weakness couldn’t matter less.
If there was even a slim possibility that begging could keep me from being killed right away, I had to take it. I had to take any chance that let me keep fighting to protect us.
“Please,” I pleaded. My voice was hoarse from Andreas’s tight grasp on my throat. “Please don’t kill me. I’m begging you.”
Andreas’s fingers loosened just a fraction as he let out a twisted smile.
“You know, I never imagined you’d fall low enough to
