Page 93 of The Spy Ring

Then I heard something.

“Get back up here. Someone’s coming,” I said.

Just as Morgana sat back in her seat, Emma strolled into the room with Alex and Will holding a gun to David’s head.

“Let the boy go,” I said through gritted teeth. A part of me was relieved David didn’t appear hurt. The other part was pissed that I couldn’t save him.

Emma pointed to David. “He’s to make sure you don’t try anything.”

I felt helpless. No agents were coming to the rescue, Tenn would make sure of that. And I was trapped.

“It’s time for the bride.” Emma clapped her hands as another man walked into the room.

“The minister’s here?” Morgana asked.

“They get paid, don’t they?” Emma asked but I was guessing she didn’t expect an answer.

Emma arranged her son and Morgana like dolls she was playing with. Will stood closer to the front door with his arm wrapped around David, fingers curled onto his shoulder—the gun never wavered.

I stared into David’s eyes trying to will thoughts of comfort to him. He had the same helpless gaze that my cousin had days before his death. Anger welled up inside of me and I decided I couldn’t do anything. I was trapped but if I was in David’s position, I could easily get out of that hold.

And then I realized I had taught David one thing that could get him out of that hold during one of our sessions.

Emma was arguing with the minister when I nodded at David. He creased his brow, but I directed my eyes to where Will was grasping his shoulder. I held my breath, hoping David would know what I was trying to tell him.

David gazed around the room, but after a few seconds his eyes widened. He quickly reached up and grabbed Wills pinky finger, twisting it completely back. My mouth dropped open in shock and pride as I wondered if that boy had broken the man’s finger.

Will screamed and fell to his knees. I don’t know how it happened, but when I pulled my arms apart this time the restraint snapped. I jumped to my feet and ran over to David. But Emma was running too.

I dove for the gun and we wrestled. But she’s a spoiled rich woman who probably hadn’t lifted anything heavier than two pounds of caviar in her life. I easily took the gun from her. She made a break for the door and I shot.

What I hadn’t realized was David was next to her. I thought he was behind me and I had pulled the trigger too soon. His eyes widened as I ran to him.

Both of them fell but I only cared about one. The young man that had blood on his shirt.

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