Briony's pupils shrank in shock.

She'd done it.

She'd finally driven the blade of her hatred straight into Stewart's body with her own hands.

Warm, sticky liquid seeped across her palm.

She knew it was Stewart's blood.

But Stewart didn't move-not even a flicker of resistance.

Was he dead?

Was Stewart... dead?

Had she killed someone?

Tears slipped down her cheek.

Briony's breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Bryn..."

Stewart slowly lifted his head to look at her.

His face had gone deathly pale, sweat beading across his brow.

a trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife's hilt, and with a

in pain, collapsing

upright, frantically crawling backwards. When she hit the edge of the bed, she tumbled off and

"Bryn..."

the

her, Stewart, still half-delirious and with the knife embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her,

him. Without a

she might hurt herself, gritted

close around the ship as it

the way to

with Stewart's blood-old

as he caught up. Her scream

Stewart stopped immediately.

edge of the deck, nothing behind her but the pitch-black,

shrieked

the weather shifted in an instant-lightning forked through

whipped Briony's hair into wild tangles, and the heavy wedding dress only

Stewart watched, heart clenching with panic, convinced the

you anymore..." he called, inching slowly

Come here. We'll go

I'll never

clung to the rail as the wind

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