Natalya's face flushed crimson, her body coiling like a spring ready to unleash. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her fingers clenching the gun so tight her knuckles turned white. "Before you touch me," she spat, her voice a razor's edge of pure, unfiltered rage, "I will kill myself."
Her hand didn't tremble.
Igor just looked at her and didn't reply or react...
Igor's gaze flicked to me, his smile twisting into something cruel. "And you, Viper…" He tilted his head, studying me like prey.
"I heard you're quite good…" His tone turned mocking. "First day on the job, yes? Surrender to me… Save yourself the trouble."
I didn't reply to Natalya but looked at Igor.
Natalya's eyes burned into me, raw, betrayed, filled with disgust. "TRAITOR!" she screamed, her voice breaking.
This bastard, Igor, wanted to rape the woman I like.
Rage exploded in my chest.
