Davina's POV

For a moment, nothing moved.

I heard my sister’s voice. I saw her standing in front of Diego, like a soldier ready to lay her life on the line. I saw a skeletally thin, dark-haired man with his back to me and his gun pointed at Carlotta.

And I acted on instinct.

I had no real idea how to handle a gun, but Elena had given me a quick lesson while we had been waiting out in the forest. She hadn’t actually expected me to use it.

Hell, I had never actually expected to use it, but ...