The tensed air tightened with the dreading silence that drew longer, muting the surrounding noises round there — the strained thread locked between their unwavering gaze stretched.
Without sparing a glance at the offending object positioned between them, Drogo's crystalline blue orbs narrowed on hers.
"So what next?" He crooked his head. "Shoot me?"
"That won't be an intelligent move, would it?" She grinned.
With the crease above his brows deepening, Drogo stayed still in close proximity to her and the gun — anticipating the next direction of her movement.
Her lips pulled wider to reveal her canines. "What's wrong, Doc?… Worried?"
He didn't respond, feeling his fingers twitch at his side.
He should just swipe the gun before she gets the chance to—
Karen took a step back.
Feeling the thoughts of confusion curl within his head, he watched her brown eyes glint lightly as her irky smile stretched higher.
She pressed the barrel against her opposite forearm.
