Page 81 of Glitter Rose
Pathetic.
“Jones, go on.” Min-ji jerks her chin at the fence.
Knox drops down, resuming the attack on the fence.
“Min-ji,” Gabriel’s voice carries a warning note. “Think carefully about what you’re doing. Would you really kill the father of your child?”
What?! “Are you—” Pregnant? In love with my brother? A willing participant in his madness?
She doesn’t flinch. “Yes, I would.”
My brain short-circuits. Wait—they’re… he’s… she’s…
“The child deserves better than you.” Her finger twitches on the trigger. “And so do I.”
Gabriel extends his arms. “After everything I’ve given you?—”
“Given me?” She laughs, a brittle sound like breaking glass. “You’ve given me nothing but nightmares and guilt.”
All the pieces click into a horrible place. The way Min-ji always avoided Gabriel. The quiet obedience that never quite reached her eyes. Her self-loathing every time she drew my blood.
Be nice to her.
In the moment Gabriel said it, it didn’t seem much. But now…
He loves her and she…
Knox grabs my arm. “Through. Now.”
I hesitate, frozen in this fucked-up family drama playing out at gunpoint.
“You won’t shoot me.” Gabriel takes a step toward Min-ji. “You need me, ma chérie.”
“I need a man. Not a monster.” Her eyes harden.
Gabriel’s tone shifts, possessive and sharp. “How did you get the gun?”
“One of your guards likes me.” Her mouth curls into a cold smile. “Quite a lot, actually.”
Gabriel lunges at her, and the guard swings his weapon away from Miller.
“Go!” Min-ji shouts at us.
Knox shoves me toward the fence opening. “Crawl! Now!”
I drop to my knees, fingers digging into dampearth as I scramble through the jagged hole. The metal catches on my shirt, tearing fabric as I squeeze through.
A gunshot cracks the morning air.
I twist back, halfway through the fence. “Min-ji!”
Another shot. Then another.
Through the chain-link, I see Gabriel staggering backward, red blooming across his pristine white shirt. His face registers shock, hands pressing against the spreading stain at his side like he can’t believe what’s happening.
“Keep going!” Knox pushes from behind.
I duck through. Knox follows, then Miller, the three of us stumbling down the hillside. Behind us, the compound’s alarms fade as a single high tone dominates my mind.
