Jace's POV

"Carlos, what's wrong? Put the gun down, let's talk about it," Brandon said calmly, reaching out for the gun, while we all watched in shock.

"Don't come any closer or I will shoot you," Carlos threatened, his eyes red with anger.

"You are not thinking straight, Carlos," Brandon tried to reason, but even I couldn't make sense of anything. Brandon? But why?

"I am thinking better than all of you in this room put together now move or I will shoot you too," Carlos spat, turning off the safety of the rifle he had in hand, his resolve very strong. Move?

"I am sorry, I can't let you...