“Hey, hey,” Jared said, slowly lifting one hand away from his weapon, palm outward. “Calm down now.”

Every instinct inside him was screaming at him to take the shot.

The distance was close enough, and even though it was dark, he could see Edward’s face clearly through the smeared makeup and crooked gray wig.

But Myla was in front of him.

Too close and too exposed.

One wrong move and the bullet meant for Edward could go through her skull. 

Or worse, Edward would shoot her, ...