The man pushed the nozzle against Rowan's chest, still wearing the same smile as earlier. "I know a shot to the heart won't kill Duke, but you? You're not a soldier of their family. There's no way you can survive this if I do so. It's just that… that would be too simple, wouldn't it?"
"You just didn't have the guts to incur Duke's wrath. Let the people go, bastard. Are you so cowardly to hide behind hostages?" Rowan growled, even if his heart was pounding inside his chest. He was even beginning to show fear in his eyes.
"Really? Dying like this to prove what?" Clive laughed and lowered the gun to Rowan's abdomen. "You already got shot here and survived, right? What about this place? Duke must like this thing, too."
Rowan felt how the gun's nozzle reach down past his navel. The fear in his eyes churned into resentment and disgust as the gun rubbed against his crotch. "Lecher."
