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This is your attacker, Lila. The man who took the most precious thing you owned. Your innocence.

The person on the roof scratched at their balaclava, frustrated, scooting forward, trying to get a better angle on my husband.

I choked on my breath, jerking my own pistol and aiming it at the person on the roof. He was closer to me than he was to Tiernan, but it was still going to be a hard shot. In the pitch dark. With a moving target lying flat a few dozen feet above me.

But one shot was all I had.

Especially if this guy knew what he was doing.

My heart pounded so hard I was nauseous.

I ran through all of Tiernan’s instructions in my head.

Steady hands.

Wide stance.

Use your dominant eye.

Squeeze when you exhale. Your money shot is when your lungs are empty.

Study the wind.

Shoot dirty.

I took a deep breath.

The person on the roof scooted forward, cocking his rifle.

Tiernan’s head shot up at the sound.

I exhaled all the oxygen from my lungs.

Then I took my shot.

The pink gun fired, the bullet spinning in the air for a nanosecond before landing clean in the attacker’s head. He fell from the roof, landing on the ground.

Tiernan whipped his head in my direction. I raised my hands in truce. He stepped from the shadows, brows creased in confusion, gun aimed toward me.

He lookedpissed.

That’s when I realized he didn’t recognize me.

Had no idea who I was.

My attacker didn’t come out of this alive.

But neither would I.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

TIERNAN

I pulled the trigger a fraction of a second before I spotted the flash of a pink dress.

Everything turned black.

Jerking my pistol sideways, every fiber of my body hoped it was enough to skew the bullet far enough from my aim.

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