~Jeremy’s POV~

Zayne said nothing, but his expression turned to stone. I glanced at the gun in my hand, then at Teyana. Guilt wedged through me. She looked so tired, so weak, like she could collapse anytime soon. I couldn’t wait to get her out here, yet, I couldn’t risk any stupid action.

Chris wasn’t stupid. His gun was still pointed at her, even though he was talking to Zayne.

“You know,” he said slowly, pacing the space between us with the gun still trained on Teyana, “you ...