He hates me, Amber thought, her face turned to the window, watching the lights grow and recede one by one. Like her, they were alone in the dark, a single sputtering flame—engulfing black pressing close and heavy. Jack should fucking hate me. She snorted, turning back to the front. How much of this would have happened if he’d never met me?
Most, if not all—that much was certain. She had taken the files that set his feet on the path leading inexorably, one step after another, to where they were now. She had betrayed him by killing his best friend. And now she led him to his final doom.
Amber couldn’t shake the thought this was exactly what Dieter had planned from the beginning.
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