Chapter 32
- VESPER GREY LYSAN POV
- The weight of the gun in my hand got heavier by the second, the air bursting raggedly out of my lungs as I took aim.
- I could just go off on him right now. All it would take would be five shots...so why was I waiting for his question? Was I playing by the rules when I had a gun in my hand? Even if it was just a bullet, all I had to do was click rapidly five times, so why couldn't I do it?