Chapter 95 His True Identity
- I dropped the gun. The metallic thud against the concrete floor yanked our breaths back. We all gasped and exchanged glances.
- I didn't care about the weapon. I didn't care about the body slumped in the corner. I only cared about the way Kristine was looking at me.
- The way her eyes were flowing with terror, shaking violently when her worst case scenario turned into reality.