The door burst open and Briggs rushed in holding a gun. He was completely out of breath.
My heart was filled with fear. Because the gun was pointed directly at me.
"Jesus Christ," he said and kept his gun pointed at me.
James stepped in front of me.
"Get down!" Briggs yelled.
"Briggs, you don't have to do this," James said.
"I said get down!"
The room echoed with the burst of his gun.
I screamed and pulled James down behind the side of the bed. I heard glass shatter behind us. I turned my head. I'm pretty sure James saw it the same time that I did because he tried to push me behind him again. Isabella was standing in front of the broken window with the gun in her hand.
"Drop it!" Briggs shouted. "Now!"
She smiled and lifted the gun toward me and James.
Another shot echoed in the
