I Can’t Believe He’d Trade Me 

ELIRA'S POV

The sound was sharp, sickening, and it made the air turn cold. 

A gunshot. 

But not one that hit me. Not yet at least. 

I froze, every single muscle in my body locking up, before I slowly turned around. And what did I see? 

Red hair. It was one of my own guys, standing there, holding a goddamn pistol pointed right at my head. The idiot’s hand was shaking so badly the gun looked like it was having a seizure.

“Seriously?” I said, keeping my voice low and flat. I didn’t even bother to look angry; I was already beyond that. “After...