Chapter 508

Juliette's POV

I closed my eyes.

It was instinctive. Automatic. When you know you're about to die—when you see a gun aimed at you and hear the order given—you close your eyes.

I waited for the shot to hit me. Waited for the pain. The impact. The blood. Whatever came when a bullet tore through my body.

I waited for the end.

The sound came.

A loud, sharp crack echoed through the silent garden.

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