31Lance“You won’t shoot me,” I say, as Felicia points the gun straight at my head.
Events are battering me, throwing me around, clawing thick nails over my skin. First Bear, my mentor, my adopted father, comes back from the dead. And then I find that Felicia has stolen a gun and knocked out the guard, probably shoved him in the cupboard at the end of the hallway. I’ve got to say, I’m proud of her for that. Damn proud. The fight in her never stops being surprising. And now Felicia, the woman Ilove, is pointing a pistol at my head.
I wait. Judging the distance between her and the fact that Felicia isn’t a hardened killer, I reckon I could get to her before the shot pops off, but I won’t. I won’t shock-and-awe her. I won’t cause her any more pain and stress than I already have.
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