An explosion.
The sound of glass shattering.
Someone yanks me back just as I pull the trigger and the bullet hits the window behind Andersonโs head.
Iโm spun around.
Kenji is shaking me, shaking me so hard I feel my head jerk back and forth and heโs screaming at me, telling me we have to go, that I need to drop the gun, heโs breathing hard and heโs saying, โIโm going to need you to walk away, okay? Juliette? Can you understand me? I need you to back off right now. Youโre going to be okayโyouโre going to be all rightโyouโre going to be fine, you just have toโโ
โNo, Kenjiโโ Iโm trying to stop him from pulling me away, trying to keep my feet planted where they are because he doesnโt understand. He needs to understand. โI have to kill him. I have to make sure he dies,โ Iโm telling him. โI just need you to give me another secondโโ
โNo,โ he says, โnot yet, not right now,โ and heโs looking at me like heโs about to break, like heโs seen something in my face that he wishes heโd never seen, and he says, โWe canโt. We canโt kill him yet. Itโs too soon, okay?โ
But itโs not okay and I donโt understand whatโs happening but Kenji is reaching for my hand, heโs prying the gun out of the fingers I didnโt realize were wrapped so tightly around the handle. And Iโm blinking. I feel confused and disappointed. I look down at my hands. At my suit. And I canโt understand for a moment where all the blood came from.
I glance at Anderson.
His eyes are rolled back in his head. Kenji is checking his pulse. Looks at me, says, โI think he fainted.โ And my body has begun to shake so violently I can hardly stand.
What have I done.
I back away, needing to find a wall to cling to, something solid to hold on to and Kenji catches me, heโs holding me so tightly with one arm and cradling my head with his other hand and I feel like I might want to cry but for some reason I canโt. I canโt do anything but endure these tremors rocking the length of my entire frame.
โWe have to go,โ Kenji says to me, stroking my hair in a show of tenderness I know is rare for him. I close my eyes against his shoulder,
wanting to draw strength from his warmth. โAre you going to be okay?โ he asks me. โI need you to walk with me, all right? Weโll have to run, too.โ
โWarner,โ I gasp, ripping out of Kenjiโs embrace, eyes wild. โWhereโsโโ Heโs unconscious.
A heap on the floor. Arms bound behind his back, an empty syringe tossed on the carpet beside him.
โI took care of Warner,โ Kenji says.
Suddenly everything is slamming into me all at the same time. All the reasons why we were supposed to be here, what we were trying to accomplish in the first place, the reality of what Iโve done and what I was about to do. โKenji,โ Iโm gasping, โKenji, whereโs Adam? What happened? Where are the hostages? Is everyone okay?โ
โAdam is fine,โ he reassures me. โWe slipped in the back door and found Ian and Emory.โ He looks toward the kitchen area. โTheyโre in pretty bad shape, but Adamโs hauling them out, trying to get them to wake up.โ
โWhat about the others? Brendan? A-and Winston?โ
Kenji shakes his head. โI have no idea. But I have a feeling weโll be able to get them back.โ
โHow?โ
Kenji nods at Warner. โWeโre going to take this kid hostage.โ
โWhat?โ
โItโs our best bet,โ he says to me. โAnother trade. A real one, this time.
Besides, itโll be fine. You take away his guns, and this golden boy is harmless.โ He walks toward Warnerโs unmoving figure. Nudges him with the toe of his boot before hauling him up, flipping Warnerโs body over his shoulder. I canโt help but notice that Warnerโs injured arm is now completely soaked through with blood.
โCome on,โ Kenji says to me, not unkindly, eyes assessing my frame like heโs not sure if Iโm stable yet. โLetโs get out of hereโitโs insanity out there and we donโt have much time before they move into this streetโโ
โWhat?โ Iโm blinking too fast. โWhat do you meanโโ
Kenji looks at me, disbelief written across his features. โTheย war, princess.
Theyโre all fighting to the death out thereโโ
โBut Anderson never made the callโhe said they were waiting for a word from himโโ
โNo,โ Kenji says. โAnderson didnโt make the call. Castle did.โ Oh
God.
โJuliette!โ
Adam is rushing into the house, whipping around to find my face until I run forward and he catches me in his arms without thinking, without remembering that we donโt do this anymore, that weโre not together anymore, that he shouldnโt be touching me at all. โYouโre okayโyouโreย okayโโ
โLETโS GO,โ Kenji barks for the final time. โI know this is an emotional moment or whatever, but we have to get our asses the hell out of here. I swear, Kentโโ
But Kenji stops. His eyes drop.
Adam is on his knees, a look of fear and pain and horror and anger and terror etched into every line on his face and Iโm trying to shake him, Iโm trying to get him to tell me whatโs wrong and he canโt move, heโs frozen on the ground, his eyes glued to Andersonโs body, his hands reaching out to touch the hair that was so perfectly set almost a moment ago and Iโm begging him to speak to me, begging him to tell me what happened and itโs like the world shifts in his eyes, like nothing will ever be right in this world and nothing can ever be good again and he parts his lips.
He tries to speak.
โMy father,โ he says. โThis man is my father.โ