Chapter 14 - I Refused to Be the Prize Between Two Dangerous Men

Every instinct in the room expected me to panic.

I did not.

I looked at the photograph.

Adrian was alive.

No visible blood.

Ethan stood behind him.

The chapel altar was visible to the left.

And reflected in the polished brass candle stand was a tactical agent near the side door.

Ethan did not know the team was inside the outer corridor.

“He’s not in control,” I said.

Shaw looked at me.

“What?”

“He thinks he is.”

That difference mattered.

I called him.

He answered immediately.

“Claire.”

“You want me there?”

“Yes.”

“Then release the workers.”

“No.”

“One.”

Silence.

“You don’t negotiate with me.”

“I just did.”

His breathing changed.

In our apartment, this was the moment I used to surrender.

Lower my voice.

Apologize.

Make myself smaller.

I did the opposite.

“One worker leaves, I come to the corridor.”

Adrian stared toward the phone.

He understood.

Ethan wanted movement.

He wanted proof of obedience.

Giving him a small choice might create time.

Finally he said, “One.”

Two minutes later, security cameras showed a maintenance worker stumbling from the vestibule.

Shaw whispered, “Good.”

I moved to the protected corridor outside the chapel.

Body armor under my scrub top.

Microphone active.

Tactical officers hidden behind two access points.

“Claire,” Ethan called.

His voice echoed.

“I’m here.”

“Come in.”

“Release another worker.”

“You’re testing me.”

“Yes.”

Adrian’s voice came faintly.

“Do it, Ethan.”

“Shut up.”

A second worker emerged.

He had blood on his forehead but was walking.

I moved closer.

The chapel doors stood partly open.

Smoke residue hung in the air.

Sprinklers had stopped.

Adrian knelt near the altar.

Ethan stood behind him.

The third worker sat against the wall.

Alive.

My fear arrived then.

Hot.

Physical.

I accepted it.

Fear was information.

Not command.

“Let him go,” I said.

Ethan smiled.

“You came.”

“For the worker.”

His smile faded.

“Still pretending.”

“About what?”

“That this is about abuse.”

I almost laughed.

“What else would it be about?”

“Betrayal.”

“You were hired to deceive me.”

“I chose you.”

“You chose control.”

“I gave you everything.”

“You gave me fractures.”

He flinched as if I had struck him.

Good.

Facts were harder for him to reshape in public.

He pressed the gun harder against Adrian’s head.

“You think he’s better?”

“No.”

Adrian looked at me.

I continued.

“He has done terrible things.”

Ethan blinked.

“He told me.”

Adrian’s face remained still.

“You don’t understand men like him.”

“I understand enough to make my own choices.”

“This is a choice?”

“Yes.”

“What did you choose?”

The question hung there.

I realized he expected the answer to be Adrian.

That was the old frame.

One man or another.

Ownership transferred.

I refused it.

“Me.”

Something broke in Ethan’s expression.

Not heartbreak.

Control.

The answer removed him from the center.

He raised the gun toward me.

Tactical officers moved.

Adrian moved first.

He struck Ethan’s wrist upward.

The shot hit the ceiling.

I dropped behind a pew.

Agents flooded the chapel.

Ethan fired again.

Adrian tackled him.

They crashed against the altar rail.

“Gun!”

Someone shouted.

A third shot.

Then silence.

I looked up.

Ethan lay on his side.

An agent had his knee against Ethan’s shoulder.

The gun was several feet away.

Adrian sat against a pew, blood running down his upper arm.

I ran to him.

“Are you hit?”

“Graze.”

I checked.

He was right.

Superficial.

My hands knew what to do.

Pressure.

Assess circulation.

Stay calm.

Ethan began laughing from the floor.

Everyone looked at him.

“You think this ends it?”

Shaw cuffed him.

“It ends your evening.”

He turned his head toward me.

“Claire.”

I kept pressure on Adrian’s arm.

“Claire!”

I looked at him.

For years afterward, I would remember how ordinary he looked.

Wet hair.

Hospital clothes.

Blood on his mouth.

No monster face.

No transformation.

Just Ethan.

A man who had made choices.

“You’ll come see me,” he said.

“No.”

“You will.”

“No.”

“You need answers.”

“I have enough.”

His certainty flickered.

That was the final thing I took from him.

My attention.

I turned back to Adrian.

Behind us, agents lifted Ethan to his feet and walked him away.

He kept calling my name.

The sound faded down the corridor.

Adrian watched me.

“You all right?”

“No.”

He nodded.

“Me neither.”

That made me laugh.

Then cry.

Both hurt my ribs.

Adrian raised his uninjured hand, then stopped before touching me.

I closed the distance myself.

For a few seconds, I rested my forehead against his shoulder.

Not because he rescued me.

Not because I owed him.

Because I wanted to.

Outside the chapel, dawn began turning the hospital windows gray.

Ethan was finally in custody.

Victor Sloane was cooperating.

Keene was alive.

Gabriel and Lila were still missing.

Riverstone was not yet dismantled.

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