Fuck.

That was all I could think as I stared at Matthew, more specifically the gun he was holding.

Dominic and I were at this traitor's mercy. This turned into a hostage situation and I was on the wrong end of it. How was I going to get Mr. Molton and me out of this alive? Daniel’s father needed medical attention soon, or else he would bleed out. I fashioned a crude tourniquet of my sweatshirt, but he couldn’t have an open wound for long, that ...