Chapter 8 Predator In Armani

• ALEXA
• Holy shit, there was a gun in my hand. And although my hand trembled, I liked the feel of the cold metal. It felt familiar...as if I'd spent my whole life using guns.
• Killian cocked his head, a questioning look on his face. His intense blue eyes silently dared me to do my worst. They reminded me of the dream I'd had earlier. And although a part of me wanted to believe that it was just a dream, I had a feeling it was more of a memory.