Chapter 6

To make sure nothing went wrong, the band was just a bit too tight for my finger. It snagged on my knuckle as Marshall tried to push it through.

If he had stopped right then, maybe I'd have actually survived.

But there was no way he'd ever let Dorothy down—not while she watched with those eager, hungry eyes.

With everyone holding their breath, Marshall jammed the ring past my knuckle, not letting up for a second.

The moment it slid into place, my knuckle pressed the trigger hidden inside the ring, and the mechanism snapped into action.

Instantly, a sharp…