Eighteen minutes.
That's all we had to save Bella and David.
Tony was driving like a madman at full speed, weaving through Manhattan traffic, running lights, and not caring about the consequences.
I was in the passenger seat, preparing mentally.
"If this goes wrong-" I start.
"It won't."
"But if it does, tell Elliot I love him. Tell him-" My voice breaks. "Tell him I tried to be a good sister."
"Katherine-"
"Promise me... promise you'll live your life. Please do not let revenge destroy you, as it destroyed Charles's students. Don't let my death define you."
Tony's jaw clenches. "You're not dying tonight."
"Promise me anyway."
He takes my hand and squeezes it. "I promise, but you're coming back to me, and we're both walking out of this."
I wanted to believe him.
But Alexander Reece was Charles Sterling's masterpiece. He had 20 years of training, was a perfect operative, and an invisible assassin.
And I was walking into his trap unarmed.
