Dante

We were both leaning in, neither one wanting to look away.

And then there was a sharp, metallic click. The sound repeated. Once. Twice, and then three times. The click of three triggers being pulled back resounded through the room, turning the stillness into something loaded.

I hesitantly turned my head, only an inch, to see what was in the room with me. Eduardo's men, the three suits who'd been standing there like ornamental statuary a moment before were now with guns in their hands ...