Adrianna threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the warehouse walls. My stomach churned as she raised her gun, ignoring Heather’s desperate pleas.

“Farrah, please, I—”

The gunshot rang out as I blinked. I flinched as blood sprayed across the concrete. Heather’s body slumped forward, lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

Adrianna turned to me, lips curled in a predatory smile. “Poor Farrah. Did you really think this was a game?” She swung the gun toward Roland. “That I'd actually let you choose?”

“No!” I lunged forward but the men held me back. Roland remained silent, those warm green eyes fixed on mine. Not a trace of fear...