Captive Audience

Valerie's POV

“You?” I muttered, not moving from where I stood. My eyes locked on the gun in her hand. Still, I didn’t blink.

Blair smirked like it was a damn joke. “Get on your knees,” she said, voice smooth, almost playful, but the threat behind it was loud.

In my head, Rhea growled. ‘Who the hell does this human think she is?’

I didn’t move. Just looked her dead in the eyes. “Not happening.”