ADELINE
“Did you just say Russian roulette?”
“If you know the game then you don’t need basic introductions.” A cruel smile plays on his lips. His long fingers slide around the metal with expert ease as he rolls the rotating cylinder open and dumps the bullet inside.
For a moment, I wish the scene before me is just a nightmare. But the more I blink, the realer it gets. Croix has a gun and he’s going to play a game with it.
“Please tell me this is a joke.” I whisper, my heart beating loudly in my chest and my meal threatening to appear. My eyes burned as I silently prayed for my life.
Finally, he slides his gaze to me and it’s dead cold. Croix can be mischievous, indifferent even but his eyes are never this dead. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I told you it’s Russian roulette and
