Scars and the 48-Hour Ultimatum

|| Sienna Vance's POV ||

Dead silence swallowed the room as the ringing in my ears faded. Air trapped in my lungs, my chest heaved in ragged, panicked bursts. Looking down, I saw a crushed cockroach twitching right beside my shoe, a mere inch from where the bullet had torn through the heavy wood of the door. A jagged hole now gaped in the panel. God, I prayed nobody was standing in the hallway ou