Chapter 8: You're not very afraid, are you? The man stood there, exuding a cold and menacing aura.
Allison didn't flinch, though her right hand was already curling with the subtle strength she'd perfected over the years.
It had been a while since I had tasted this kind of life-or-death tension.
The calm of his days had almost made him forget what he felt.
Outside, the pounding of hurried footsteps resounded, rapidly approaching.
Find him! We use the last of Sombra.
That could knock out an entire squad.
It won't go far.
Move, before dawn! Allison's mind was working fast.
So, he was high.
As the footsteps faded, the gun pressed to his side began to shake.
His hand was barely firm, the grip weakening by the second.
I'm not in the habit of prying.
I'll act like I didn't see anything tonight.
His voice was steady even as the gun dug into his waist.
And if you don't want that wound to fester, you better go to a hospital soon.
Although he couldn't see clearly in the darkness, his keen senses caught the sharp taste of blood in the air.
But his voice, though strained, was cold as ice.
Keep talking and you won't live to regret it.
His words were rough, deep and magnetic, but with frayed edges, probably from the drug seeping into his system.
The tremor in her voice was so slight it was almost lost in tension.
Allison's lips curved into a smile.
Of course it is.
His fingers balled into a calculating fist.
Kellan, for his part, fought the fire coursing through his veins.
His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to control his breathing.
From where he stood, he could only make out a piece of her neck, pale and delicate, as if a simple twist could break it.
And yet, she stood there so calmly, as if she had the upper hand, even smiling! The drug was stronger than I had thought.
Her vision blurred, but the pungent aroma of plum pierced the haze and briefly cleared her mind.
That moment was all Allison needed.
Crack! In an instant, her elbow dug into her ribs and her right hand slid away.
Her fingers expertly pressed his pressure points, disarming him in one quick, practiced motion.
In a matter of seconds, the tables had turned.
Allison, now With the gun in his hand, he let his finger dance softly over the trigger, the gun glowing in the dark.
She pointed it at his chest, calm and completely under control.
Kellan, the man who had called the shots a few moments ago, was now face to face with a woman who was smiling at him with cold confidence.
Next time, think twice.
times before wielding this.
You never know when it might go off accidentally.
Allison held the gun with the firmness of someone who had seen it all before.
Drugged, huh.
Looks like you went too far this time.
He had never come across anyone like her: a woman who looked danger in the face and He smiled back.
Kellan didn't even stop.
He put his hand on her elbow.
The gun shook as Allison's arm bent, and in that flicker of hesitation, Kellan made his move.
With quick precision, he grabbed her shoulder, crushing her against her collarbone.
Allison tasted copper on her tongue, but the fear was a distant memory, replaced by something much more exhilarating, an emotion she hadn't felt in years.
How long it had been since she had fought with true intention She didn't remember.
What she did know was that, after having been the Stevens family's obedient puppet for three long years, the Scarlet Serpent was still coiled inside her, lurking.
Curious, right? The men couldn't stand being reminded of their flaws.
Only that truth untangled them.
Without a second thought, Allison swung her fist back, aiming directly for Kellan's temple.
He hadn't even caught his breath, still reeling from the shock of her resistance.
The blow wasn't just to wound, it was to kill.
But Kellan's instincts were quick and he raised an arm to block the blow.
Before he could fully absorb the impact, Allison used the wall as a springboard, flipping over him with astonishing precision.
She caught him with a perfect throw, knocking him to the ground.
However, Kellan rolled on impact, using the momentum to get back up, and grabbed her arm from an angle she hadn't anticipated.
Allison's brain activated, but her Her body was delayed for a fraction of a second.
Three years of lethargy had taken its edge, and in that fleeting delay, Kellan twisted her arms from behind and slammed her against the wall.
Silence! Her vision blurred.
for a moment and she could only catch glimpses of his chiseled features, the hard lines of his jaw, and eyes that now burned with an almost dangerous light.
Kellan's composure was crumbling.
The scent of that once-soothing perfume hung in the air between them, but now it only fueled the fire within him, pushing him past the edge of reason.
His eyes darkened at the edges, bloodshot, and before Before Allison could react, he leaned in to kiss her!.
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