Chapter 116

Jayden's POV.

I wanted to scream.

The sound felt locked in my chest, a huge, silent, exploding pressure right behind my ribs.

I stared, completely frozen, at the object in his hand.

It wasn't pointed at my head.

It was just held there, casually, low by his side, almost resting against the clean white of his lab coat.

But it was unmistakable.

A gun.

Small, black, professional. Real.

And the presence of it, the simple, cold fact that it was there, told me everything I ...