Author's pov.

“What!!” Bryan asked, his face widening in horror. The person who had gone to bring the gun returned, handing it to Ryder. Bryan’s throat went dry as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked on him.

Before Bryan could react, Ryder pointed the gun straight at him. Bryan’s chest tightened. He closed his eyes hard, his body trembling where he knelt on the cold floor. His palms pressed to the ground, fingers digging into the dirt as if it could save him.

“I’m sorry… don’t ...