She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

077 Sebastian’s Choice

Sebastian’s POV

He’s got me.

How am I supposed to make such a choice?!

It doesn’t matter who I name because he just wants to drag me into the hell he is living in — whose sky and soil are made of guilt and regret of a loved one gone forever. Whichever of them I choose, I leave here today with the blood of one of them on my hands.

And I can’t let either of them die, not on my watch.

Jim is preparing the air cushion downstairs as we speak. His men surround us in the dark corners, and they can take Liam Ryan down any second. But not when he has his hands on their chairs. It’s too dangerous One wrong move and it’s three lives over the edge.

I came here, ready to give everything, but I didn’t think he was so far beyond reach

that only human lives seemed to be able to feed the wrath in his chest

What do I do?

pressing the back of the chairs, leaving them

scared gasp, grasping the edge of the chair tightly with tears pouring out of her. She’s scared of heights. Seeing her tremble under his hand, my chest twists in pain as a sour anger

suffering because of

I did anything wrong protecting Justin, but even if

punish me?! I’ll jump with you!” I squeeze the words out of me, more taken by anger than fear, “They are innocent of this! Let them

his eyebrows but only for a second: “You think I’m that stupid?! I won’t believe your words, and I don’t want you to die! I want you to

your days in

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077 Sebastian’s Choice

+25 BONUS

Fuck!

back. His arms are trembling at the weight of the two girls, and their backs are in the air,

her!” I blurt, pointing

Ava; but if I choose to save Ava, there is a slight chance that he would hesitate to save the

all, it’s my pain that he is

turns to Scar, asking with a

doesn’t look at him, nor me. She closes

but I can’t risk any of their lives,

choice, does that mean that I still have a

Ryan says as he suddenly lets go of Ava’s chair. I jump forward the moment I realize his move and grab

in the last second. He turns and steps a food on my back. I can’t move, and I can’t let go.

His knife!