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He curses and releases me.
“You made her believe you loved her.”
He lunges.
This time he catches me.
We crash into the tunnel wall.
Pain shoots through my shoulder.
Greg grabs my wrist and slams it against the rock.
Once.
Twice.
The gun falls.
He kicks it away.
“You stupid bitch.”
He drives his forearm against my throat.
I claw at his arm.
“You should have stopped looking.”
I bring my knee up.
He twists.
I miss.
His face is inches from mine.
“You almost ruined everything.”
“You ruined it yourself.”
“You think Campbell can save you?”
The pressure against my throat increases.
Black spots flicker at the edges of my vision.
I hear something.
A vehicle.
Fast.
Greg hears it too.
His head turns toward the entrance.
I use the distraction.
