Finally, he was forced to release me in an effort to protect himself. “What the f**k?” Stetson growled through gritted teeth. I never paused, grabbing a table lamp next and launching it at him to give myself enough time to dive for the gun. It wasn’t enough. He dodged the lamp while also surging toward the discarded weapon. I reached it first, but he was right behind me. My hands gripped the cold metal, his hands wrapped around mine. “It’s f*****g c****d, Rowan. You’re gonna shoot us both.” “Good,” I growled. “So long as you f*****g die, I don’t care what happens to me.” We strained through grunts and labored breaths, fighting for control of the gun. Despite the extra strength my rage afforded me, I would be no match for his size the longer our struggle continued. I had to find a way to st
