"You don't get to question me," Ethan said coldly. "Either you kill her, and I let you live—or I kill you both."
Kyle's face twisted, emotions flickering across it like a storm. He was selfish—he'd always been selfish. Survival came first, no matter the cost. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that. In his mind, it was simple: if you didn't look out for yourself, you were dead.
But he couldn't be sure Ethan would actually let him go if he did it.
Then again, like Ethan said—he didn't have the right to doubt him. It was either both of them die… or take a gamble.
In the end, Kyle gritted his teeth. "Fine. I'll do it."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
He actually agreed.
Diane's eyes shut tight, tears finally spilling down her cheeks.
Even when Ethan had tortured her, she hadn't cried.
But now, she did.
This—this betrayal—hurt more than anything Ethan had done. A thousand times worse.
