Juri leaned back, his eyes on me, before sweeping over everyone else in the room. “I understand what this may look like…”

“May?”

“Rosaria, don’t interrupt me.”

The tears were back, but this was more out of frustration than anything. Stepping back, I leaned over and grabbed the gun that Marek had stuck behind his back. Everyone at the table sat up, eyes wide as I held it in my hands. Bronya looked downright petrified. Marek didn’t move, and didn’t even try to take the gun ...