Maya's POV

I froze, my drunken state of mind became clear instantly.

Then screams soared through the parlour, and the crowd scattered in different directions, knocking down chairs and glasses on their way out.

I dropped to the floor instinctively, my hands jerking to cover my head.

Who could bring a gun to my birthday party.

"Maya," a male voice called, it was Regan, I recognized his voice.

I raised my head, my face contorted in anger.

"It was you, wasn't it?" I asked, "You brought a ...