“Let’s play a game,” he said, voice low and dangerous as he pressed the gun to her temple. “Think of someone who cares whether you live or die.” Alex’s breath caught in her throat. Her blood ran cold. “You’ve got someone, don’t you?” he continued, his smirk widening. “Someone out there who still gives a damn about Alexandra Cabot? About whether you live or die?” Alex’s jaw tensed. And suddenly all she could see were warm brown eyes that steadied her racing heart, a soft smile that haunted her dreams, and a familiar voice that somehow always felt like home. Olivia.
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