Callen
The gun going off in my hand was even a shock to myself. This was who I used to be, not who I was now. It had been too long since I have shot a gun, not just any gun, but this gun. Holding this particular gun in my hands made memories surface that I wanted to forget, memories that had been buried for such a long time. Hearing this gun made all of them come back in one sweep of emotions, emotions that were hard to control once they set foot inside of me.
Once my mind registered what I had done, I ran over to Isabel, swooping her up in my arms. I raced through the doors, collided with Landon’s men. I took a few down with the remaining bullets left in my clip, but I kne
