Cassandra
The gun slipped from my trembling hands as the echo of the gunshot rang out loud.
But it wasn’t mine.
My head snapped towards the direction, and that was when I saw him—Nathan.
He stood meters away, stretching his gun in our direction. His expression was unreadable as he strode towards us. “Of all days for you all to act your drama, it had to be the day I’m home,” He muttered, like he hadn’t just fired a bullet.
I swallowed hard. My beating chest finally calming down, even though I knew the night was just beginning.
My gaze flickered to Marco, who was oddly quiet, and he was staring intently at Anna, who still had tears in her eyes. I quickly crouched down to where she knelt, ignoring Marco’s burning gaze.
“I’m retiring to bed…” Nathan spoke up, but I didn’t care. My fu
