The feeling of being trapped in an oven, cooking one up from the inside because of the madly intense and unbearable heat, causing one to sweat massively and the innards of the person acting wrongly because it was almost roasted. Valeria was feeling worse.
There was a gun in her possession, the attractive assassin was standing right in front of her, asking for his weapon which he intended to use to take her out.
"Can I have the package now?" His British accent caught her heart.
She choked on her own saliva as she stared at him, hesitantly reaching out to give him the weapon. She finally made a choice on what to do.
"I know who you are and what you are trying to do but I already informed the police. This is your last chance to run away Rowan, if that is even your real name."
