" I pull my foot back again, but Four's hands clamp around my arms, and he pulls me away from her with irresistible force. I breathe through gritted teeth, staring at Molly's blood-covered face, the color deep and rich and beautiful, in a way. She groans, and I hear a gurgling in her throat, watch blood trickle from her lips. " You won," Four mutters. " Stop." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes too wide; they look alarmed. " I think you should leave," he says. " Take a walk." I'm fine," I say. " I'm fine now," I say again, this time for myself.I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did.I don't. "