Alexander stood alone in the center of the room, his figure dark against the dim light filtering through the arched windows. His grip on the gun tightened as he faced Sir Thomas and Lady Meredith, who watched him intently.
The two stood at the far end of the hall, their faces twisted into mocking expressions.
They believed they held all the cards. They believed he had no chance.
Alexander raised his weapon calmly, his eyes never leaving theirs. He had waited for this moment, calculated every move, and blocked every exit.
But as his fingers tightened on the trigger, he realized something. The gun was lighter than it should have been.
His eyes darted toward the doorways he had already blocked, scanning every possible escape route. If he missed… if he only had one more bullet…
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