Love on the Brain by Ali Hazelwood

            “I’m angry. Because it would have worked out great if you hadn’t noticed the security footage. I guess I got a bit sloppy at editing myself out? Why were you looking at it, anyway?”

            I shake my head. I’m not explaining Félicette to this asshole. “You are crazy.”

            “Yeah.” He closes his eyes. “Maybe.”

            I look around for— I’m not sure what. A siren? A baseball bat? One of those portable transporters from Star Trek? “Let me go,” I say.

            “Bee.” He opens his eyes. “You don’t need to be an evil mastermind to acknowledge that I cannot let you go.”

            “You sort of have to. You can’t do anything to me. There are cameras—”

            “—whose footage we established I can doctor—thanks to your RA, by the way. I only got access to the surveillance circuit after catching her in flagrante.”

            “You still used your badge to come in—”

            “—I didn’t, actually. Pretty easy to clone an anonymous badge.”

            My fingers shake when I grip my desk. “What’s your plan, then?”

            He takes something out of his pocket. No. No.

            No, no, no.

            “Is that a gun?” I gasp out.

            “Yeah.” He sounds almost apologetic. My entire world stops.

            I’m used to being scared. I live my life in fear—fear of being abandoned, fear of failing, fear of losing everything. But this is different. Is it terror? Real, hindbrain terror? Is this how the lady feels in Scream and Scream 2, 3, and 4, when she realizes that the caller is in the house? Did they ever make 5? God, will I die before Scream 5 hits theaters?

            “What— Where did you even— Is that real?”

            “Yeah. Really easy to get one.” He holds the gun like he hates it almost as much as I do. “NRA’s crazy here.”

            “I guess I’m having the full Texas experience,” I mumble, numb. This cannot be happening. I’m well-acquainted with stemlords’ disregard for women, but one wanting to kill me? A step too fucking far. “Do you even know how to use that?”

            “They teach you. During astronaut training. Insert Space Force joke.” He laughs once, humorlessly. “But I won’t need to use it. Because we’re going up to the roof. Poor little Bee. In a few short days she lost everything. Couldn’t handle the stress. Decided to jump.”

            “I will do no such—”

            Guy points the gun at me.

            Oh, shit. I’m going to die. In my stupid office. Killed by a stemlord. I’m going to die without having had a cat. I’m going to die without having admitted to Levi that I love him more than I thought possible. Without a chance to show him—to show myself—that I can be brave.

            At least Marie had Pierre for a while. At least she took a chance. At least she tried not to act like the stupid coward I’ve been and oh God, maybe if I beg Guy he’ll let me text Levi and I’ll be able to tell him, I just want to tell him, it seems such a waste not to have told him, and—

            A meowing sound. We both turn. Félicette is on the filing cabinet near the door, growling at Guy. He gives her a confused look. “What the hell is—”

            Félicette pounces on him with a shriek, clutching his head and clawing at him. Guy thrashes around, leaving the door empty. I sprint out of the room, running as fast as I can—not nearly fast enough. I can hear steps right behind me.

            “Stop! Bee, stop, or I’m fucking going to—”

            I’m at the end of the hallway. My legs are giving out, my lungs on fire. He’s going to kill me. Oh my God, he’s going to kill me.

            I turn the corner and dart to the landing. Guy yells something I cannot make out. I take my phone out to call 911, but there is a string of loud noises behind me. Shit, has he shot me? No, not a gunshot.

            I turn around, expecting to see him come at me, but—