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.

trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife's

pain, collapsing onto his

the bed, she tumbled off and crashed

"Bryn..."

wrenched the door

upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading.

him. Without a backward

knife buried in his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his

the ship as it crept

fled all the way to the edge

was streaked with Stewart's blood-old stains and new,

as he caught up. Her scream tore through the howling wind.

Stewart stopped immediately.

of the deck,

wind shrieked around

the weather shifted in an instant-lightning forked through the sky, thunder

tangles, and the heavy wedding dress only made her look more

watched, heart clenching with panic, convinced the wind

anymore..." he called, inching slowly toward

We'll go back

never believe you

the rail as the wind battered her, nearly

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