Rihan smiled at Taeryn's question, utterly unfazed by the gun aimed straight at his head. If anything, he looked amused.
He turned fully, standing tall, meeting Taeryn's gaze head-on.
"You're really going to put a bullet between my eyes?" he asked calmly.
"That's what you want," Taeryn replied.
Rihan sighed. "But it's not what you want."
"I prefer easier solutions." Taeryn tilted his head, the gun still steady in his grip. "Ones that end with you buried inside me."
Rihan hummed thoughtfully. "That does sound tempting."
Those grey eyes swept over him, slow and naked, assessing. "But you're not going to choose the easy way, are you, Detective?"
Rihan's expression hardened. "Drop the fucking gun."
"Not unless you agree to stay here and let me finish this fucked-up case."
"I'm not agreeing to that." Rihan grimaced.
