Angelina shivered as she picked up the gun, lying at her feet. Its shiny outlook was utterly contradictory to the dark task it was capable of. With shaky hands, she pointed the gun toward Zand, aka Luke.
Luke's gaze traveled to her eyes. He could tell she was struggling to maintain a straight face. And when he noticed a bit of hesitation in her eyes, he smirked at her.
"Don't come near," she stated, although her voice lacked its confident tone. Instead of listening, he closed the gap further. Angelina took a step back, followed by another one and another until her breathing hitched as she felt the wall behind her.
"There's no running away from me now. Admit it tha—"
"Sh-Shut up," she stated in a weak tone while her hand still held the gun tight. It was now pointed directly at his chest.