Timofey roils with tension. “Sacrificing myself won’t save anyone. You’ll kill me and then go after Piper and Benjamin all the same. The only satisfaction I can take from this is to be the one to put the bullet in your head.”
The two men stare at each other, the understanding of their mutually assured destruction pulsing between them.
But I think there might be another path yet.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I stumble sideways and crash into the metal shelf to my left. The metal bites into my ribs, and I wince in pain. My arm sprawls across the mostly empty shelf.
“I’m okay.” I give Timofey a weak smile, trying to communicate my plan to him with nothing but my eyes. I really do feel faint, so I’m not sure it’s working. “I’m just sick… because of the pregnancy.”
Timofey’s face pa
