Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 8: You're not very afraid, are you? The man stood there, exuding a cold and menacing aura.

Allison didn't flinch, though her right hand was already curling with the subtle strength she'd perfected over the years.

It had been a while since I had tasted this kind of life-or-death tension.

The calm of his days had almost made him forget what he felt.

Outside, the pounding of hurried footsteps resounded, rapidly approaching.

Find him! We use the last of Sombra.

That could knock out an entire squad.

It won't go far.

Move, before dawn! Allison's mind was working fast.

So, he was high.

As the footsteps faded, the gun pressed to his side began to shake.

His hand was barely firm, the grip weakening by the second.

I'm not in the habit of prying.

I'll act like I didn't see anything tonight.

His voice was steady even as the gun dug into his waist.

And if you don't want that wound to fester, you better go to a hospital soon.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the darkness, his keen senses caught the sharp taste of blood in the air.

But his voice, though strained, was cold as ice.

you won't live to

rough, deep and magnetic, but with frayed edges, probably from the drug seeping into

her voice was so slight it was almost lost

curved

Of course it is.

into

his part, fought the fire coursing

eyelids fluttered as he struggled

make out a piece of her neck,

there so calmly, as if she had the upper hand, even smiling! The drug

pungent aroma of plum pierced the haze and

moment was

into her ribs and her right hand slid

pressed his pressure points, disarming him in one quick,

seconds, the tables had

he let his finger dance softly over the trigger, the gun glowing in

at his chest,

few moments ago, was now face to face with

Next time, think twice.

times before wielding this.

when it might go

with the firmness of someone who had seen it

Drugged, huh.

went too far

her: a woman who

Kellan didn't even stop.

his hand on her

Allison's arm bent, and in that flicker of

he grabbed her shoulder, crushing her

was a distant memory, replaced by something much more

it had been since she had fought with true intention

after having been the Stevens family's obedient puppet for three long years, the Scarlet Serpent was still coiled inside her,