Black metal glinted inches from my face, its barrel as steady and unwavering as the hand that held it. Shock waves rippled through my body. No. Perhaps I was delirious from lack of sleep because this made no fucking sense. Except, in a perverse way, it did. I should’ve known. The coppery taste of betrayal welled in my throat when Roman's gaze met mine. “I’m sorry.” Sincere regret laced his voice as he looked me in the eyes and pulled the trigger.
