I stared at her and then at the gun. My mind was going through a lot. If only I could get close enough. I could do it. I could get the upper hand, so long my hands were free, there was a chance.
Arya dared not try to bind me. She knew I could smash her.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Arya barked. I stared at her deadpan. I wasn't afraid. Not at all. What I felt was rage. Bone deep rage. The person facing me was small.
Arya was petite. It took nothing to crush her.
“Who put you up to this Arya?” I asked.
“Stop talking!”
I stayed still and walked to the bed. “Where are you going, Knox? Stay at a spot! Or else I'll shoot you”
I smirked at her. “ You can call me by my name.”
“I'm no longer that 7 years that played hide and seek with your family”
My lips quirked up into a half smile.
