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tied the gold ribbon around my wrist.

The only thing I know right now is that Johnny Boston has opinions about me. New opinions. Very

well-thought-out opinions and I’m not sure I want to know what they are.

Johnny looks back at the man on the floor and says, “Get up, Peter. And show me where Megan’s

data is.”

My stomach drops and I have to swallow hard in order to keep the fear vomit down. Because like

it or not I’m about to hear those new opinions he’s got of me.

“Who?” Peter cries out. “Who’s Megan?”

Johnny looks at me again. Narrows his already narrowed eyes. “You’re Megan, right?”

I swallow and nod, then whisper, “I swear to God, I am.”

Johnny turns to Peter, who has been lifted to his feet by Logan. “Do you know her?” Meaning me.

Peter opens his mouth to speak but I quickly say, “Listen to me for a minute. Just—”

But the barrel of the gun in Johnny’s hand is no longer pointing at Peter’s head, it’s inside his

mouth. Shoved so far inside he’s gagging on it. “Megan,” Johnny says in the most calm, nonchalant

voice ever, “you say anything else but ‘Yes. I understand’ and I blow this guy’s face off. You get me?”

I nod and whisper, “Yes. I understand.”

“Good,” Johnny says, then withdraws the gun from Peter’s mouth. “Do you know her? Does she

work here?”

Peter is frantically shaking his head. “No. No, I’ve never seen her before.”

Oh, the hate. The hot fire inside Johnny’s blue eyes when he looks at me.

“I can explain,” I say.

But before I can even finish, Johnny shoots the man in the head.

No one screams. No one runs. No one says a goddamned word. I back up, hand over my mouth. But

no sound comes out and I don’t get far, because I bump in to a hard, armored chest and take a step

forward.

I’d like to think that all the people on my team are stunned silent at this crazy turn of events the way

I am. In shock and unable to speak.

But they’re not. Logan just points his gun at a young man in a white lab coat. My keeper holds tight

to my arm. Fake Johnny is pushing a bigger guy—probably security—face first up against a wall with

a gun pressed to the back of his skull. Two of the other guys are pointing assault rifles at a group of