Leo's eyes widened in an instant, yet he steadied himself. It was just a question.
That didn't mean anything, right? Yet, something about Simon's tone, the way his gaze pierced through him, made Leo's heart hammer in his chest.
It was suspicious — too suspicious.
'Is he onto us?' Leo thought, his hand twitching as it hovered near his back pocket. He could feel the weight of the pistol resting there, a reassuring presence that offered a false sense of control.
If he grabbed it, if he pulled the trigger, he could end Simon's life here and now. The thought was tempting, but… there was a problem. A big one.
This man had snapped an entire rifle in half earlier. Effortlessly. As if it were a twig.
Leo wouldn't be surprised if Simon could crush a bullet between his bare palms, as illogical as that sounded.
But logic had long since died in the Apocalypse. In this world, nothing was impossible anymore.
Nothing.
