Sweat trickled down Lena’s forehead as she clenched her sweaty palms tightly, bracing herself for the pain of wherever she was be shot.
"That’s cheating!" Quero exclaimed angrily, snapping her out of her thoughts. Lena finally opened her eyes and scanned her body. Nothing. She wasn’t hurt. Then she noticed a few strands of hair on her shoulder and picked them up.
"He cut my hair," she muttered, frowning before glaring at Nero, who hurried toward her and grabbed her hand.
"Let’s leave," Nero said, pulling her with him and walking past Quero, who kept ranting about how Nero had cheated. But Nero paid him no attention.
"Bastard!" Quero spat, his voice laced with venom.
Nero sighed, halting in his tracks. Slowly, he turned to face Quero, who stood there with clenched fists, clearly furiou
