AIDEN'S POV
The gun in my hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, pressing down with a heaviness I’d never felt before. I’d fired countless rounds, in more dangerous situations than I could count, and my aim was better than anyone I’d ever faced. But right now, it felt like the first time, like I was some amateur holding a gun for the first time. My hands didn’t tremble—I never allowed that—but today, it took everything in me to keep them steady. I felt submerged, as if I was breathing underwater, each inhale filling my lungs with a pressure that nearly choked me.
There could be no mistakes. No room for second-guessing. The instant they suspected Rosalie mattered, that she was more than a pawn in this game, they’d use her as leverage, and then I’d lose any control I had over the sit
