Chapter 115 Say It Again

***Hazel***

The gun presses harder against my temple, cold and unforgiving, painfully real. My breath finally starts to shake, chest rising too fast, too uneven, my pulse roaring in my ears so loudly I can barely hear anything else. Jocelyn is crying somewhere behind me, Max is swearing, Preston is saying something sharp and controlled, but none of that matters.

Because Gideon doesn’t look at the