The buzzer sounded. It was time to fight. Dragomir assessed Rafina’s steps, wondering if she would do away with him as quickly as possible. How would a mere mortal soul fare against a fallen angel? Especially if the fallen angel was someone he had fallen in love with.
Rafina looked jittery for an angel, gripping her gun tightly in her right hand. What would she begin with? Would she fire at him? Then, there it was, a gunshot a few inches in front of his left foot. The bullet bounced
What was that about? Was she trying but shaking, or was she trying to lose?
Dragomir collected himself. As much as he cared for Rafina, he also knew that he was at a disadvantage. Another shot rang, zipping inches to the left of one ear. Despite himself, his blood ran cold. Was she trying to kill him for re
