Daisy's hand quivered as she aimed the pistol, acutely aware of her lack of marksmanship. Nevertheless, she summoned her courage to bluff.
"Let him go!" she demanded, her voice laced with a desperate edge.
"Do you really think you're in any position to negotiate?" Lysander sneered, tightening his grip on Rhain's neck, causing more blood to pool down. Daisy's frame trembled involuntarily. "You actually believe a mere bullet can harm me?"
His voice dripped with condescension, amused by her attempt. Just then, Rhain wriggled in his captor's grip, provoking Lysander to twist his neck in a grotesque angle that suggested imminent decapitation.
"Stop! I'll go with you, just stop!" Daisy cried out, her voice breaking.
Rhain choked out an anguished sound.
"Release him," she ordered again, her voice quaking but determined.
