What a Scheming Woman!

Ella furrowed her brows. "Do you really have to kill me?"

 

"Not kill you? Then what—let you live? Ha! The only reason I didn't act sooner was because of your gun. But now, I have nothing to fear. Besides… if no one comes here in the next few days, killing you means I get all the bread. At least I won't starve to death," Logan sneered. In a life-or-death situation, food was the most important thing.

 

If his opponents died, that meant more supplies for him.

 

Ella pressed her lips together. Fortunately, she had been cautious. Otherwise, if this guy had pulled some underhanded trick, she would have been caught off guard.

 

A direct confrontation was far better than a sneak attack—especially since she hadn't actually lost her gun.