A tense silence filled the living room. Trick sat on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows pressed into his knees. His hands hang between his legs, grasping his gun like a lifeline.
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. From the corner of his eye, he could see Lorenzo standing by the window, looking out toward the ocean behind the house. His body was in profile, so Trick could see his friend’s folded arms and the gun he hadn’t yet put down.
Edward was also standing, leaning against the wall with his head thrown back, staring up at the ceiling as though he was asking the universe for answers. Trick would have also loved some answers right about now. But he doubted his friend was getting any, judging by the deep scowl on his face.
“She’s waking up,” Adrian announced jus
