Miguel's POV
Gideon's gun was still pointed at us, the morning sun glaring off the metal. My pulse thundered as my hand hovered near my holster, but Maria gripped my wrist tightly. Her knuckles were white.
"Don't," she whispered. "You don't know what you're dealing with. Stay still." She said with her firm voice as she stare at Gideon.
Gideon took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as his men shifted behind him, blocking both ends of the alley. He looked almost disappointed.
"You always were the sentimental one, Maria." His voice was smooth, calculated. "Even after you knew the cost." He said his tone very calm and calculated.
Maria's voice trembled, but she held her ground. "You manipulated my research. Turned it into something horrifying."
Gideon's lips curled into a smirk. "It was never your research. You were a tool. An effective one, but replaceable. Your husband understood that in the end."
I felt my stomach drop.
