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.

if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the

pain, collapsing onto

When she hit the edge of the bed, she tumbled off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, she staggered to her feet and bolted for

"Bryn..."

the door

upright. He

Briony couldn't hear him. Without a backward

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

it crept along the endless

fled all the way to the edge of the

with Stewart's blood-old stains and new,

railing with both hands, spinning to face Stewart as he

Stewart stopped immediately.

stood at the very edge of the deck, nothing behind her but

shrieked

shifted in an instant-lightning forked through

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

the

swear, I'm not going to force you anymore..." he called, inching

stand there. Come here. We'll go back to Northborough right

I'll never

wind

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