Zara's breath caught in her throat the moment she skidded to a halt, her heart slamming against her chest as she came face-to-face with the barrel of a rifle.
The black metal gleamed coldly, the muzzle pointed directly at her face. Her body froze, the blood in her veins thickening as panic surged within her.
The premonition she'd had before—of a bullet striking her—suddenly came to mind. Was this what it had been trying to tell her? Why then and not right before this happened?
