I heard voices talking or, more likely, arguing with each other. The sweet sound of an angel demanding someone put something down, my Amelia. I opened my eyes only to close them tight as the pain in my head was pounding as if I got hit in the head with a baseball bat. I groaned as I placed my hands against my head, trying to keep the pounding to a minimum so I could focus on what was going on with Amelia.
The sound of a weapon discharged had me drop my hands from my head and snap my eyes open. I watched as Amelia and Ben wrestled for the gun, trying to get it away from each other. They both stumbled away from each other. Amelia looked shocked as hell. You could see her physically trembling as the handgun hit the ground.
The sound of a dying animal coming from the other side of the room,
