“Drop. The. Gun.” His voice was a dangerous growl. The pistol clattered to the floor at William’s feet. “Kick it toward Rune.” The pistol came skidding toward her. Rune bent to pick it up. The metal was still warm from his grip. “Go back to the cabin, Rune. I’ll finish this.” Rune frowned. “What are you going to do?” Gideon’s angry gaze flickered to hers. “Send him to the bottom of the sea. It won’t take long. I’ll meet you in our room.”