Serena crouched in front of me, grabbed the knife still embedded in my flesh, and twisted.
"Since you love hurting yourself so much, let me help."
Her voice dripped with mock sweetness.
"Beg me, Alex. Beg me to let you go, and maybe—just maybe—I'll show mercy."
Agony ripped through me. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms, fighting to stay conscious.
Gritting my teeth, I glanced at my watch. Then I locked eyes with her.
"Serena. What's coming for you? It's already here."
The moment the words left my mouth—
A helicopter's roar thundered overhead.
Then, from the distance, a massive motorcade of black Bentleys rolled in like a storm cloud.
Everyone froze.
"What the hell?"
