It was taking Amon a very long time to walk up the stairs. His gun was weighing him down – or was it his conscience? Or was there a difference?
He'd been watching her, of course. He saw the way she handled the hunters Solomon sent, the way she dodged any missile, broke any curse. And all he had was a gun. And he knew if he couldn't kill her no one could.
But every step seemed longer, every step heavier.
How do you kill the girl you dream about? How do you kill the girl you couldn't kiss, because you felt like if you tasted her, she would disappear? How do you kill the girl who you see every time you close you eyes?
He knocked on the door twice, and put his finger on the trigger.