Chapter 156. The Psychopath Fell

Jeremy’s POV

For a fraction of a second, everything went silent.

The kind of silence that followed something irreversible. The kind that sucked all the air out of the room and left your ears ringing even when no sound remained.

My heart pounded harder than it had ever been. Chris was going to shoot Teyana, but she was still here—alive and breathing—hard. My gaze slowly darted to the floor. Chris lay sprawled there, motionless. Completely still.

Chris. Chris Dales. He is dead. I felt bile rise to my throat. I had never been this traumatized in my entire life. I was going to shoot him, but it wasn’t my gun that shot him.

Blood crept out from beneath his head, spreading slowly, deliberately, like it had all the time in the world. The bullet had gone straight through his forehead. Clean and final.

My fingers were still wrapped around the gun in my hand, my arms rigid, my chest heaving violently, but I knew, deep in my bones—even though I couldn