Aria's POV
Our hands were still suspended in the air, frozen like statues. My breath hitched in my throat, sharp and painful. The gun barrel gleamed dully in the dim light, and every muscle in my body was coiled tight with fear.
"Vail, put that thing down." Damien's voice was calm but cautious, like he was trying to soothe a wild animal.
"What the hell are you doing in my crib with these strangers?" Her voice had a thick Jamaican accent that caught me completely off guard.
"What?" I turned to Damien, confusion mixing with my fear. "I thought you said she was Vanessa's sister. Why the hell does she have a Jamaican accent?"
"Not now, Aria." Damien shot me a warning look. "Her mum is Jamaican. She shares the same father as Vanessa."
"What do you want inna me yard?" Vail barked again, he
