Elira's POV

My gaze travelled between the two men. The men Matteo sent and mentioned as my advisor. He had just entered and now Aiden was holding a dagger to his throat.

“Let him go.”

“Elira,” Aiden's gaze travelled to me and in that split moment, the man with so much precision held his gun to Aiden's head, “we could just end it here you know that.”

“You wouldn't dare, I'm faster,” Aiden gritted and before I could pinpoint, his legs raised as he sent a kick to the man's hand. The gun flew out of his hold, clattering against the floor, hard, sending my ears ringing.

The sound sent...