Elira's POV

Damn it. Amara was right. The car wasn't Corbito's.

The woman tilted her head while I watched her. I had never seen that face. Oh, perhaps it was because I had lost my memory.

“Let's get this over with, shoot me, huh?”

“What do you want?”

“Revenge.” She smirked. “And what if I just get it done on your son? You don't even remember him, do you?”

“Hurt my baby, and you'll have your last breath here,” Aiden gritted, “we have outnumbered you. Drop your weapon.”

“Drop?” The woman scoffed, her voice echoing in the open space, the kind of reverberation you'd think of a man. “I'd rather...