The hesitation over what he was about to do.
And what needed to happen in that moment.
I looked away.
A bitter taste slid down my throat, but I allowed none of it to touch my expression.
I rose abruptly, opened the rustic wooden liquor cabinet, and retrieved a long-range weapon from its false bottom, hidden there for emergencies.
"Would you like the honor?"
Almost ashamed, angry with himself, Salvatore offered it to me.
I smiled exactly as he used to whenever he presented me with an anniversary gift.
"I thought you would never give me another present, my love."
Lucian stared at me, the massive weapon in my hands.
A crease formed between his brows for a single second before I leaned against the window ledge and fired into Lorenzo's head on the floor below.
We did not know who sto
