Chapter 81: Truth in the Game
(Scarlet's POV)
Damon moved through the woods with a lazy, predatory grace. He hadn't fired a single shot since the game began. He held his weapon loosely at his side, the barrel pointed at the ground.
Watching the weight of it in his hand, a cold realization settled in my gut. That wasn't a paintball marker. It was a real gun.
Ethan was still watching me, leaning against the oak tree. He waited patiently for my move, a small, taunting smile playing on his lips.
I didn't hesitate. Damon had taught me how to shoot, how to breathe, how to squeeze rather than pull. I raised my weapon, aimed squarely at Ethan's chest, and pulled the trigger.
*Splat.*
A burst of green paint bloomed over his heart.
The speaker system overhead crackled. "Red Team, nin
