Ivana Bennett clenched her teeth, raised her finger, and pressed down on the hammer of the pistol, staring tearfully into his eyes.
"Lucas Walker, I'll count to three. If you don't let me go, I'll kill you!" she threatened.
Lucas Walker looked at her, opened his mouth, and spat out a number.
"3!"
He said.
With both hands tightly grasping the gun, Ivana Bennett gritted her teeth and suddenly moved the barrel to aim at Lucas Walker's arm, pulling the trigger.
Click!
A light sound resonated as the hammer lightly struck the body of the gun, but no bullet fired out.
Ivana Bennett looked at the gun in her hand, finally noticing that it didn't even have a magazine attached. No wonder it felt a bit off in weight.
In her panic, she hadn't realized when he had managed to remove the magazine.
"So… you were really going to kill me?"
Lucas Walker lifted his face from her gun, his blue eyes complex as he looked at her.
She had really been prepared to shoot him?!
