Page 89 of Edge of Forever

Helpless, Isabella looked to Julian who was trying to break out of the back of the stage with Marcus. Zeke was slowly circling the Pro-Tools set up on the stage when Aimee caught him in her periphery.

Aimee screamed and jammed the Taser she held into his neck. His wasn’t just a swipe as Bella’s had been. Zeke went down like his entire body had lost its charge.

Bella stuffed her fist into her mouth so she wouldn’t scream again. So she wouldn’t attract Aimee’s attention. He had to be alive. Zeke’s neck was slumped against his chest as he’d fallen into one of the amps, but his chest was rising and falling.

She’d Tasered the hell out of him, but he was still breathing.

Bella kept inching toward Logan. Was his chest moving? Was he alive? Oh, God.

How could they have so many security people and no one was helping them?

Aimee dropped to Logan’s side again, her tear-stained face rubbing against his blood-streaked cheeks. She covered his body with racking sobs.

“Get off him.” Bella curled into herself and got onto her knees. “Get your psychotic paws off my husband.”

Aimee sprang off the floor and knocked Christian aside as she swung at Bella. Ready for that damn Taser this time, she grabbed for Aimee’s wrist.

Christian tried to pull her away from Aimee and the banshee shrieked out a no, and pulled a slim knife out of her jacket. Bella stumbled back, crab-walking to Logan. Aimee crowded into Christian and drove the knife into his side.

His huge hazel eyes went blank with shock. He looked down at the

ir hands covered in bright red blood.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” Bella chanted and covered Logan. “Please, baby. Please be alive.” She cupped his jaw, her fingertips slick with blood. At that point, she didn’t know if it was Christian’s, Logan’s or someone else’s. She pushed her fingertips into his neck and felt the familiar pulse. It was steady, but slight.

Panic pushed her into action. “Marcus?” She looked around the stage but it was quiet. Too quiet.

Aimee stepped away from Christian, staring down at him. “You killed him.” She swiped her blood-soaked hands against her pink shirt. “You killed him.”

Bella tried to push Logan away from the carnage, but he’d fallen into one of the towers and was wedged next to an amp. She wasn’t strong enough to move him. Her whole body felt like there was fire ants under her skin.

“You took him away from me. We were happy until you showed up.”

Bella curled over Logan, keeping her head down.

“You. I’m talking to you, Isabella.” Aimee’s voice went singsong. She caught the clipped knot of Bella’s hair and dragged her back.

Bella twisted under her arm like Sarah had showed her, but Aimee had obviously taken the same classes she had.

Aimee sliced down Bella’s forearm with the blade, going deeper as she got to her wrists. “Did you know that this is the right way to slit your wrists?” She tipped her head and looked into Bella’s eyes. “This opens the veins so you bleed.”

Bella didn’t look at the blood coming from her arm. She could feel the heavy pump of it as her arm went numb. She tried to look over the speakers and equipment.

She finally spotted Marcus peering around a trunk. She caught his eye and tried to read something there. He simply shook his head and nodded to her.

Was that supposed to mean she needed to play along?

Bella went down on one knee again as the room fuzzed and blood dripped over her white dress. Her knee bumped into something hard. She cautiously felt a mic on the floor. She curled it against her arm as she wobbled. Not all of it was playing. “Aimee, why?” Nausea hit her as she gritted it out.

“He’s mine. From the moment we stood in front of that chapel, I knew. The picture in front of the building. It was a sign. That I’d finally found someone that was finally worthy. That he wouldn’t leave me.”

“But he did. Because he doesn’t love you,” Bella said through gritted teeth.

Aimee charged her and Bella brought up her good arm. The heavy plastic of the microphone made a satisfying crunch against her jaw.

She screamed and raised her arm. Bella dropped to both knees. There was nothing else she could do. The stage was melting away.

Then a shot cracked the air.

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