*Tallon*
Gunfire echoed through the room.
Time felt as though it had stopped moving the second I’d lunged for Ivan. I knew a part of me snapped when he went for his gun and pulled it on Natalia. Something may have broken inside of me. Maybe it was my sense of control. Perhaps my ability to differentiate between right and wrong… or rather, what I wanted to do as opposed to what I needed to do.
I needed to gain control of the gun that had scrambled out of Ivan’s hands. But what I wanted was to smash his skull in with my hands.
I wanted to make him pay for all the awful things he put Natalia through. The thought of him pulling the trigger on her made my blood sizzle and my rage soar to unimaginable heights.
It was as if I was the one experiencing her life flash before her eyes. All those few shared moments we spent together—it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
