Aurelia’s POV
The gun feels like a spotlight, its barrel gleaming ominously under the dim light. Sierra’s smile is razor-sharp, her eyes glinting with something that borders on madness.
For a moment, no one moves.
Drake takes a cautious step forward, his hands raised in surrender.
“Sierra,” he says carefully, his voice trembling but steady. “Put the gun down. This isn’t you.”
She laughs—a brittle, hollow sound that makes my skin crawl.
“You don’t know me at all, Drake,” she sneers, her gaze flicking between us. “None of you do.”
Julian steps in front of me protectively, his body tense and ready to act.
“This isn’t about us,” he counters sharply, his voice low and dangerous. “It’s about her.” He jerks his chin toward their mom, who stands silently in the corner, watching wit
