JULIAN’S POV
The revolver felt thick and heavy in my hands, but I liked the weight of it. It was a constant reminder of the seriousness of what I was about to do. One by one, I slid the gold-plated bullets into the chamber and the metallic click that followed was like music to my ears.
The woods we were in felt eerily still but fitting. It was the calm before the raging storm I was about to unleash.
My weight pressed against the old wooden chair I was settled into and I let the faint creak fill the silence in the cabin as I leaned back. My phone sat on the table beside me, still switched on.
I had left it that way on purpose. Zayn wasn’t stupid—I knew he would find me… and I wanted him to.
This wasn’t just about the land anymore. Oh, no, no, no. This was about everything.
All tho
