Westley was just standing there, looking from me and Jewel to the vault door and back, eyes huge, chest heaving. He wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. Please help us, I shouted inwardly. He’s your best friend. Help us.
Jewel was shaking her head. “It’s really better if she’s dead, Damon. You won’t have to worry about her anymore, you’ll never have to wonder if she still owns you on some level. That’s why I killed Jason, you know, so I’d know I was free. Well, that,” a disturbing little laugh bubbled in her voice, “and he deserved to be punished.”
“Let me try, Jewel, just let me try!”
She thought another moment, then let out a firm, decisive breath. “No, it’s really better this way.” The knife tightened against my throat, a cold thin pain. “Brace yourself, Damon.”
Damon’s voice didn’t come on
