Chapter 32 To Kristoff, With Love [Kristoff]

• “What the — ”
• My eyes widen as Titania pulls the trigger, a wary sound rolling out of the gun as she collapses. I twist away, then swiftly recall that I took away the bullets from the gun earlier, before lunging at the desk, kneeling beside her curled up figure. “What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?!”
• She doesn't answer, drool pooling out the corners of her lips, her words slurred. I glance at the desk to see the empty wine bottle.