Our eyes lock. He’s deadly serious. But calm, too. As if he’s been preparing his whole life to take a bullet for his brother.
My finger is on the trigger. I don’t want to pull, but I’ve made my choice. I’m not leaving Kian to die. I’m going to do whatever I can.
You started this. Only you can end it.
Before I can decide what to do, an explosion goes off. So close that it hurls us both against the wall.
I see smoke.
I smell ash.
I taste blood.
And all I can think is…
Oh, God—my baby.