Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Myrah's POV

If there was one thing I learned from Melvin that I understood completely, it was that he was naturally violent. His main weapon against me seemed to be his rifle, which he seemed to love using to grab and shove me around; if not, I would have tried to fight back.

He hauled me from the floor by my ponytail and shoved me onto the leather swivel chair as he pushed me to the other side of the desk. My butt struck the chair with such force that I winced in agony.

I gripped the armrests and glanced up at Melvin, who was leaning his back against the desk, his black sweatshirt sleeves rolled up, and a revolver aimed right at me. My heart gave a backflip. I've always found the idea of dying from a gunshot wound to be horrifying. The idea of getting shot made me shaky.