Lena
"Drop the flash drive."
The words echoed through the locker room.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
My eyes remained locked on Evan.
For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I was hallucinating.
Because the last time I saw him, he was being transported under police supervision.
Injured.
Broken.
Supposedly secure.
Now he stood in front of us holding a gun.
Looking terrified.
Not angry.
Not confident.
Terrified.
My pulse hammered.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Rowan stared at his brother.
Shock flashing across his face.
Then anger.
Then confusion.
"Evan."
The name barely left his mouth.
Evan tightened his grip on the weapon.
"Don't."
His voice shook.
Actually, I was shaking.
That immediately caught my attention.
People in control don't sound like that.
People
