Salima stood rigid on the rooftop. Her heels sank into the snow.

“Klara, put the gun down, what do you think you’re doing?”

Klara stood still, her index finger firm on the trigger.

“I don’t want to do this.” She said, sternly. “But Alec and Roman are not going to let me go.”

“And why won’t they let you go Klara?” Salima asked.

“Because I’ve done terrible things to both of them.” She answered. “They may hate each other now, but once they come to their senses, they’ll come after me!”

“Klara!” Salima said, stepping forward.

Klara cocked the gun. “Stay where you are. Not another step or I pull...