Nicole’s POV
Never have I ever been held at gunpoint.
But ever since I lost my children I have been experiencing a lot of extreme firsts. But this first might be my last. Literally.
My eyes were wide in sheer horror as my breath came in ragged gasps. The room felt smaller than usual. My hands trembled uncontrollably, clutching at my clothes as if trying to hold myself together. The gun, held firmly in the hand of my assailant, glinted ominously, it's dark metal a stark contrast to my pale state. My mind raced through a chaotic swirl of thoughts and memories, both bad and good, while desperately seeking a way out as the inevitable moment drew near.
“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” Jake said.
“Not exactly what I thought your last words would be,” Steel said in amusement.
