You’ll be okay while I’m gone? Lazlo took a step back.
Maybe, that was Mr. Prest’s plan? To have me shot so he could walk away, knowing I wouldn’t suffer anymore? He said he wouldn’t care about my treatment—that we all had personal demons to bear.It was merciful to dispatch me this way.
Master A stomped toward me and fisted my hair, jerking me close. Let’s see how much she bleeds, shall we?Mr. Prest took a step, forgetting himself as fury coated his features. Get your hands off her.The cool threat of death lodged against my temple as Master A grunted, My patience is done. He stabbed me harder with the gun.
The tang of metal shot up my nose.Say goodbye to the whore. Keep your fucking yacht, I don’t—
Stop! Mr. Prest dropped his arms, splaying his hands in surrender. Don’t kill her. His gaze locked on mine, full of livid acrimony and apology. You’ve just made the worst mistake of your life, Alrik Åsbjörn.
The gun twisted against my head. The round bruise numbed my skull where a bullet would ricochet and end me.‘No, and I wouldn't have taken her if I knew what she was going to do… What’s going to happen to her? I think she’s finally lost it. Do you think they’ll commit her to a mental hospital? Or should I commit her?’
Laura started to cry and Erika went and took her in her arms.‘It’s so hard,’ Laura said her chest heaving. ‘We need a funeral. We need to draw a line under all this pain and suffering, and we need to put Jessica to rest. Do you know when we can have it?’ She looked up at Erika.
‘I hope you can very soon… What does Oscar Browne have to say?’‘What do you mean?’ she answered sharply. She pulled away from Erika and went to get the milk from the fridge.