*Tallon*

Gunfire echoed through the room.

Time felt as though it had stopped moving the second I’d lunged for Ivan. I knew a part of me snapped when he went for his gun and pulled it on Natalia. Something may have broken inside of me. Maybe it was my sense of control. Perhaps my ability to differentiate between right and wrong… or rather, what I wanted to do as opposed to what I needed to do.

I needed to gain control of the gun that had ...