Hunter is been hunted 3

Anna's heart pounded. She wasn't scared of Richard—she was furious.

After all his crimes, all his suffering, he was still acting like a victim.

She took a step forward, but Alexander grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

His grip was firm, a silent warning: Don't do anything reckless.

Then—

Damien laughed.

Not a nervous chuckle.

A full, amused laugh as if Richard were nothing but an annoying insect buzzing around him.

Richard's hand shook violently. "DON'T LAUGH AT ME!"

Damien finally moved, stepping closer without a single hint of fear.

"I should be scared, shouldn't I?" Damien murmured, staring directly into Richard's wild eyes. "But see… I don't fear dead men."

Richard's mouth opened—then froze.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist.

His fingers numbed.

The gun? Gone.

A small dagger gleamed under the chandelier, its tip now lightly grazing Richard's throat.