Neoma’s chest heaved as the air around her thickened with fear. Ohm’s grip on the gun was cold and unrelenting, the metal glinting in the dim light as he raised it toward her. His eyes were filled with a sick kind of rage, his expression twisted as he spat venomous words at her, but Neoma barely heard him over the pounding of her own heart. She knew what was coming, knew that if she didn’t act now, there would be no escape.
Her skin crawled as he stepped closer, his breath hot against her face, but she forced herself to focus. She felt the edge of the cold barrel press against her skin, and the sickening weight of inevitability settled on her shoulders. No, she thought, this is not how it ends.
In one swift motion, her hand shot out, slamming into his wrist. The gun slipped from his gras
