CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
A Crippling Spirit of Shame“You should have just killed us in the first place.” Hana struggled to her feet, her joints and muscles complaining as she used the shower cubicle walls to stand. “Stay.” She jabbed a finger behind her at the rustling of the towel and Phoenix’s face disappeared back behind it. Hana faced Annalise from behind a layer of glass, anger lighting a fire in her belly. “Come on then. What are you doing? Gun, knife, bare hands. What’s your plan?” The words emerged unfiltered from her lips and the terrified quarter of her brain panicked at the baiting tone.
“I’ll think of something creative.” Annalise grinned, her porcelain face a beautiful, horrible mask. Her right hand stretched out and her fingers gripped the narrow ridge which ran from top to bottom
