CIARA’S POV

The gun wouldn't leave my head.

I sat in my dorm room, staring at the wall, but all I could see was that black metal barrel pointed at Sarah's temple. The way Alexis had held it like it was nothing. Like threatening someone's life was just another Tuesday for him.

My hands were still shaking. They hadn't stopped since I'd stormed out of that classroom, and every time I tried to steady them, the image flashed again. The gun. The click of the safety. The way my heart had stopped ...