Angel's POV
"Angel..."
My gaze turned to the gun and back to her gripped fingers closing on to the trigger.
Her grip loosens, her features turn into a comic smile.
"We were having a chat..."
"A chat with a gun pointed to his head?"
Salvatore winks at me with a lopsided smile. "Thanks for your time Miss I hope we enjoy more time together soon. It's late, see you later." He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the house.
"I don't believe the chat rhetoric mom. Your medication isn't in your room. You made me go because you wanted to have a conversation with Salvatore to the extent you pointed a loaded gun at him?"
"He isn't safe for you..."
"Last time you opened my mind to learning about his condition and the trauma he suffered after losing his child and wife. Why
