Chapter 8 Syncope
- POV: Lianne Deivin
- “No...” A choked cry burst out from my lips as I covered my mouth with my hands. I looked at my mysterious man, Ruen, with thorough concern enough to create beads of sweat on my temples. My breathing doubled. I was hyperventilating, as if no oxygen was filling my alveoli. I could feel my pulse bounding like crazy too, so tangible under my skin.
- I glanced at the finger inserted on the trigger and I immediately shook my head.