The chilling sensation of the cold barrel of the gun against your chest rippled through your body. Jace was frozen, hands tightly gripping the gun that was pointed at you, keeping it firmly aimed towards your heart as you gripped his hands.

He was ordered to kill you, his organization fellow. But he hesitated, his finger was on the trigger, but his heart was torn, divided between his duty or you. Maybe he already knew his choice.

He gritted his teeth, "You knew this was going to happen...?"