Scarleth grabbed me from behind, and I didn't fight him. Obsidian shook his head, unsure of how to react. He simply placed his hands over mine, and I surrendered the gun to him. There was too much red tape to save me. A pride of immeasurable height had been bruised. Genevieve recovered the message I sent her with my eyes. 'It was not me.' Coup rolled on his back like a dog on the moss-covered ground, holding his eye. The next time you see anything, it will be the dead speaking back. And no ...