Jett Westgate suddenly dropped to his knees. They hit the floor hard, making a dull THUD.
Annelise Valentine's gun followed his descent, the muzzle still aimed at his heart.
He didn't know why fate had to treat him this way. He'd had everything he ever wanted in his life, but in the end, Selene Hawthorne had died in this house, Stella Sterling had left, and now the only person he couldn't bear to lose was pointing a gun at his chest.
She was his fiancée. They were a perfect match, they even had a child together. So why had it come to this? He couldn't understand.
'Perhaps it was one wrong step after another, and now he was so lost he couldn't find his way back.'
"Valentine..." He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice holding an almost pitiful plea. "Shoot me, kill me, I don't care. Do whatever you want to me, I'll accept it. I just have one request: please, don't abandon me again."
