Kaelen POV
Never in my life have I missed a shot.
I have been holding guns since I was ten years old. My father taught me. He said, "A man who cannot shoot cannot protect his family." I learned. I practiced. I became the best.
I always aim and shoot my target successfully. Always.
Until tonight.
The warehouse is dark. The air smells like rust and old blood. My shoulder aches from the healing wound. But my hand is steady. My finger is on the trigger.
Jasmine stands twenty feet away. She is laughing. Her dark hair is wild. Her red dress is torn.
"You cannot kill me, Kaelen. You need me."
"I do not need anyone."
"You need the truth. About the baby. About the DNA test. About who really set everything in motion."
"Tell me."
"Put down the gun."
"No."
She takes a step closer. "Then s
