Eighty-three:
Ransom Tanager
I stared at her.
I was certain I heard wrong.
“You want me to what?” This wasn’t what Teddy had told me. Teddy had told me that she was indestructible. That she couldn’t be hurt.
“Please Ransom,” she begged me.
I was standing right in front of her. The RansomChristian was off to the side, looking like he wanted to throw up. I glanced from him, back to her. Neither of us wanted to kill her. I loved her. She was the girl that I had always wanted. “Piper,” I begged in turn, “Piper, please don’t make me do this.”
“You have to, Ransom,” she said, “I’m too dangerous. I could hurt someone. I don’t want to hurt anybody, especially not you. If you let me live, eventually, I’m going to
