**Elena’s POV**

I stood frozen on the sidewalk, feeling a chill, but the cold I felt wasn't from the wind. It was from the black circle of the gun barrel pointed at my forehead.

"What the hell, Lucia?" I snapped, my voice coming out lower than I intended. "Aren’t you supposed to be dead or something?"

I was beyond terrified. I was exhausted. I was so tired of being a target. I was tired of the smell of gunpowder that seemed to cling to my skin lately. I was tired of the people I once shared ...