I could see Gale’s eyes darken, the red fury blazing beneath the surface. Snakeback’s men had the room surrounded, leaving no gaps for escape.
Flossie whimpered pitifully, calling out for Gale with desperation.
Meanwhile, the pressure on my shoulder intensified, sending sharp jolts of pain radiating through me. My body ached, but I couldn’t make a sound.
Gale’s grip on his weapon tightened, his knuckles white. He was paralyzed, unable to make the impossible choice.
Snakeback cackled, clearly enjoying the torment he inflicted. To heighten the stakes, his men tore at Flossie’s clothing, exposing her to the cool air. Gale’s mark was still visible on her skin—a detail that seemed to enrage him.
“Stop!” Gale bellowed.
