“She…. She said that she was on the balcony for more than fifteen minutes. No bullet touched her when she was completely in the open,” he added with a grim expression on his face.
I blinked while processing everything.
Ashton’s grip on my shoulders also tightened.
“They fired more than a dozen shots at her.” My breath hitched.
Fifteen bullets.
“Skye is right. This attack wasn’t to kill her. A trained assassin won’t let a single bullet of his miss its target once, let alone a dozen times,” Ashton mumbled behind me.
The silence in the room was suffocating.
With years of experience and practice, Graham’s face was still expressionless, but I could feel his uneasiness that was mirroring mine.
I felt the living room cramping in me.
Ashton slipped his hands from my shoulders to my waist
