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 regret

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

voice was so slight it was almost

lips curved into a

Of course it is.

fingers balled into a calculating

for his part, fought the fire coursing through

as he struggled to

stood, he could only make out a piece of her neck, pale and delicate,

she stood there so calmly, as if she had the upper

blurred, but the pungent aroma of plum pierced

moment was all Allison

her elbow dug into

points,

matter of seconds, the

let his finger dance softly over the trigger, the

chest, calm and completely

moments ago, was now face to face with a woman

Next time, think twice.

times before wielding this.

never know when it might

the gun with the firmness of

Drugged, huh.

like you went too

never come across anyone like her: a woman who looked danger in the

Kellan didn't even stop.

put his hand on

gun shook as Allison's arm bent, and in

he grabbed her shoulder, crushing her against

copper on her tongue, but the fear was a distant memory, replaced by something much more exhilarating, an emotion she hadn't

had been since she had fought with true intention She

puppet for