Jace's POV
This was bad.
Really, really bad.
I looked over at Skylar, her face pale, her hands clenched into fists. She looked like she was about to either cry or punch something. Maybe both.
"Skylar," I said, keeping my voice low. "We need to think. There's gotta be another way."
She shook her head, her eyes never leaving her aunt. "There isn't. She's not going to stop. Not unless we make her."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" I asked. "She's got a gun to the city's head."
"I don't know!" she snapped, her voice breaking. "But we can't just stand here and do nothing!"
I didn't argue. She was right. We couldn't just stand here. But I didn't have a clue what to do next.
(Skylar's POV)
I stepped forward, my heart pounding. "Aunt Vic, please. You don't have to do this.
