POV: Tristan
My threat hung heavily in the air.
The room had gone quiet again.
Christopher’s breathing sounded uneven now as his eyes moved from one person to another inside the room.
Me.
Silas.
Connor.
Sami.
Zaki.
Nobody looked away from him.
Nobody pitied him either.
Still tied tightly to the chair, he adjusted awkwardly before letting out a laugh.
But nobody was fooled.
It wasn’t confidence.
It was fear.
Nervous fear.
He looked back at me and forced another shaky smile onto his face.
“You’re all talk, Cole.”
I said nothing.
He swallowed hard before continuing.
“You can’t hurt me.”
The smile on my face never disappeared.
But it still didn’t reach my eyes.
Without saying a word, I slowly reached behind me and pulled out my gun.
The second Christopher saw it—
The c
