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

words were rough, deep and magnetic, but with frayed

was so slight it was almost

lips curved

Of course it is.

fingers balled into a calculating

for his part, fought the fire coursing through his

as he struggled

her neck, pale and delicate, as if a simple twist could break

the upper hand, even smiling!

pungent aroma of plum pierced the haze and briefly

was

her elbow dug into her ribs and her

expertly pressed his pressure points, disarming him in one quick,

seconds, the

finger dance softly over the trigger, the gun glowing in the

chest, calm

who had called the shots a few moments ago, was now face to face with a woman who was

Next time, think twice.

times before wielding this.

know when it might

gun with the firmness of someone who had seen it all

Drugged, huh.

like you went too

like her: a woman who

Kellan didn't even stop.

put his hand

Allison's arm bent, and in that flicker of hesitation, Kellan

grabbed her shoulder, crushing

fear was a distant memory, replaced by something much more exhilarating, an emotion she hadn't

since she had fought

Stevens family's obedient puppet for three long years, the Scarlet Serpent