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going to learn her lesson the hard way.”
Andrew started to speak, “Mr. Holmes--, ” but whatever he had to say was cut off by the roar of gunfire.
The bullet sliced through the door t o Andrew’s bedroom, striking Mary in the chest, right where her heart lay. She took in a loud gasp of air and then her lungs froze as her heart stopped pumping. She scrabbled for the door knob and opened the door, falling over the threshold into the hallway.
“Mary.” Andrew kneeled bes ide her, lifting her up into his lap.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her father stunned by the turn of events. He’d clearly meant to kill Andrew , never thinking the man would dodge the bullet or that she would be the one to catch it. She almost felt sorry for him, for t he bitterness that made murder seem rational to him.
She reached up and touched Andrew’s face with her hand as she mouthed his name.
Tears glistened in hi s eyes. “ Hang on, Mary. We ’ll get the doctor.”
But it was too late. Her vision clouded and her eyes drifted closed. S he fought for a while longer to keep her hand on his cheek, to press against his warmth, but soon she lost even that battle. Even as the darkness claimed her, she heard the soul renting cry of Andrew’s grief.
I was out of her body now, stan ding next to Andrew’s ghost who watched events unfold, his eyes wide, his mouth a thin line. The scene continued to play out as a pool of Mary’s blood stained the floor.
Mary’s father shook himself. “It’s your fault, Smith. You did this to her. My daughter,” his voice broke and he paused for a moment fighting for control. “I’ll see to it that you pay for her death.”
Andrew gently set Mary down and stood, his hands balled into fists. His voice thundered in the hallway, reverberating with fury and grief. “Are you going to shoot me? Execute me? Do it, old man. Do it so I am free of the misery you have brought to my life.”
Mr. Holmes raised his gun and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He gave a harsh laugh. “Provid ence has spoken. Your soul will rot with y our sin long bef ore it is free of your flesh . ”
Brushing past Andrew , he stormed down the stairs and out of the house.
“What the hell just happened? ” I rubbed my chest, the memory of the bullet tearing into Mary’s he art still fresh . “By the way, not only did I dislike h aving sex with you all, I most definitely did not like getting shot. ”
A muscle in Andrew’s jaw flexed as he worked to contain his emotions. Flashing a dark look at me, he said, “How do you judge me, Cassandra?”
Ah, here we were again, back to the judging bit. I lifted my chin up in defiance. “It’s not my place to judge you, Andrew.”
He grabbed my shoulders and shook me until my head snapped back. “How do you judge me?”
I blinked and noticed our background had changed to a courtroom. Andrew sat on the side of the defendant, his shoulders slumped, his eyes empty. The judge, I noted had the same last name as Mary: Holmes.
I watched him pronounce Andrew guilty and frowned. “Wait a minute, this guy is related to Mary isn’t he? He has no business being the judge.”
Andrews’s hands dropped to his side and he shrugged. “It was a small town.”
“So are you saying that Mary’s Dad shot his own daughter and then let you take the fall?”
Andrew nodded. “It was the price of loving her.”
“ I can’t believe that happened to you.” I put a hand to my head, reeling from everything I’d seen and felt; from being possessed and taken to pinnacle of pleasure only to feel the agony of being torn apart by bullets. “It’s just wrong.”
“How do you judge me? ” he asked again, his voice soft.
“Innocent,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t understand it, but if he wanted to know what I thought, I would tell him. “Y ou committed no crime while you were living, Andrew Smith, but...” I paused and placed my hands on his shoulders turning
Andrew started to speak, “Mr. Holmes--, ” but whatever he had to say was cut off by the roar of gunfire.
The bullet sliced through the door t o Andrew’s bedroom, striking Mary in the chest, right where her heart lay. She took in a loud gasp of air and then her lungs froze as her heart stopped pumping. She scrabbled for the door knob and opened the door, falling over the threshold into the hallway.
“Mary.” Andrew kneeled bes ide her, lifting her up into his lap.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her father stunned by the turn of events. He’d clearly meant to kill Andrew , never thinking the man would dodge the bullet or that she would be the one to catch it. She almost felt sorry for him, for t he bitterness that made murder seem rational to him.
She reached up and touched Andrew’s face with her hand as she mouthed his name.
Tears glistened in hi s eyes. “ Hang on, Mary. We ’ll get the doctor.”
But it was too late. Her vision clouded and her eyes drifted closed. S he fought for a while longer to keep her hand on his cheek, to press against his warmth, but soon she lost even that battle. Even as the darkness claimed her, she heard the soul renting cry of Andrew’s grief.
I was out of her body now, stan ding next to Andrew’s ghost who watched events unfold, his eyes wide, his mouth a thin line. The scene continued to play out as a pool of Mary’s blood stained the floor.
Mary’s father shook himself. “It’s your fault, Smith. You did this to her. My daughter,” his voice broke and he paused for a moment fighting for control. “I’ll see to it that you pay for her death.”
Andrew gently set Mary down and stood, his hands balled into fists. His voice thundered in the hallway, reverberating with fury and grief. “Are you going to shoot me? Execute me? Do it, old man. Do it so I am free of the misery you have brought to my life.”
Mr. Holmes raised his gun and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He gave a harsh laugh. “Provid ence has spoken. Your soul will rot with y our sin long bef ore it is free of your flesh . ”
Brushing past Andrew , he stormed down the stairs and out of the house.
“What the hell just happened? ” I rubbed my chest, the memory of the bullet tearing into Mary’s he art still fresh . “By the way, not only did I dislike h aving sex with you all, I most definitely did not like getting shot. ”
A muscle in Andrew’s jaw flexed as he worked to contain his emotions. Flashing a dark look at me, he said, “How do you judge me, Cassandra?”
Ah, here we were again, back to the judging bit. I lifted my chin up in defiance. “It’s not my place to judge you, Andrew.”
He grabbed my shoulders and shook me until my head snapped back. “How do you judge me?”
I blinked and noticed our background had changed to a courtroom. Andrew sat on the side of the defendant, his shoulders slumped, his eyes empty. The judge, I noted had the same last name as Mary: Holmes.
I watched him pronounce Andrew guilty and frowned. “Wait a minute, this guy is related to Mary isn’t he? He has no business being the judge.”
Andrews’s hands dropped to his side and he shrugged. “It was a small town.”
“So are you saying that Mary’s Dad shot his own daughter and then let you take the fall?”
Andrew nodded. “It was the price of loving her.”
“ I can’t believe that happened to you.” I put a hand to my head, reeling from everything I’d seen and felt; from being possessed and taken to pinnacle of pleasure only to feel the agony of being torn apart by bullets. “It’s just wrong.”
“How do you judge me? ” he asked again, his voice soft.
“Innocent,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t understand it, but if he wanted to know what I thought, I would tell him. “Y ou committed no crime while you were living, Andrew Smith, but...” I paused and placed my hands on his shoulders turning
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