"Not a smart move, Mr. Johnson." Lucian c****d his head slightly. I felt my heart as it beat faster than was probably healthy.
"And why is that, Lucian?" He referred to him by his first name, tightening his grip on the gun.
His eyes were so trained on me that when Lucian pulled out his own gun, you could see his eyes widen by the smallest fraction. Something I wouldn't have caught had I not been watching him so closely.
"You wouldn't do that." Ethan's face was easy going, an expression that I couldn't pull off when I had a gun pointed at me.
"You yourself even called me a murderer, so why wouldn't I?" He asked, and I could just picture him easily raising one of his nicely shaped eyebrows.
Ethan went to retort but he was cut off when the door swung open behind him. An unfamiliar man en
