Maya's POV

I sat on my bed, staring at the gun in my hand.

My fingers trembled slightly, but I couldn't let go of it yet. It felt cold.

Regan told me it was blank, just for protection, but it wasn't. The chamber held real bullets.

He lied.

I couldn't understand why.

Was he planning to use it? Or did he only keep it because he felt threatened? Still, if it was just for protection, why lie about it?

He looked me in the eye and swore it was harmless. That moment replayed in my mind like ...