Aria's POV
I crouched down immediately, placing my hand over my head as more pieces of glass shattered and bullets continued flying into the house.
The guard who came to get us shot at something—or someone—I couldn’t tell because my eyes were squeezed shut, and I was trying to steady my breathing.
"Let's go!" he yelled.
I opened my eyes slowly, and sure enough, there was a man lying at the entrance of the kitchen, in a pool of his own blood.
I tried to hold back the scream that threatened to come out.
Gianna moved toward me and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "Aria, we need to listen to him and get out of here," she said.
My eyes moved to the gun in her right hand. Where did she get that from?
"Okay, okay," I said, trying to steady my breathing. I held her hand tightly—I was sure I
