Grace Webb's face was always cold and beautiful. Her lips quirked up, meeting the man's roguish gaze. He seemed unhurried, still managing to make a joke.
She raised her hand, pressing his throat, her gaze sweeping to the gun behind him,"Is there ammo?"
Her gaze fell on the gun on his back.
Undaunted and fearless, a mocking smile twisted at her lips.
Dax Harrison felt his breath falter as the vicious and ruthless woman in front of him sent chills down his spine. He gave up resisting, his gaze defiant,"Yes, the gun is loaded. Wanna try?"
Click.
Grace Webb pulled the sniper rifle from his back, stepped on his chest, and skillfully loaded the gun. She moved swiftly, with the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead.
Dax Harrison: "..."
What kind of trouble had he gotten into?
Grace Webb toyed with the safety:"A silencer, modified, fully automatic."
A hint of interest appeared in Dax Harrison's eyes: "Expert?"
Grace Webb ignored him.
