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I'll kill them both and myself in the
process.
“I love you, Sinclair. Please. This
is a mistake.”
The woman growls, launching at
him, but I turn my back to them and
wobble out. I make it through the open
plan and down the lift.
"Are you alright, miss?" someone
asks me, but they're a blur, and it feels
like the sounds around me are in an echo.
