"Tsss…"
Mia gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as she stared at the two irregular holes torn through the hem of her skirt. She swallowed hard, fear still lingering in her eyes.
Just now, those two bullets had nearly grazed her legs.
If she had moved even slightly, her legs might've been shattered.
"Scared?"
Veil spun the ivory-colored silver pistol in his hand and turned to Mia with a casual smile.
Mia pressed her lips together and shook her head. She glanced at Derek but said nothing. Though a trace of guilt flickered in her eyes, she knew better than to speak out of turn.
She understood—Derek was screwed.
If she dared to say anything else, she might end up paying the price herself.
"What? No plea for mercy?" Veil's tone dripped with amusement as he glanced back and forth between Mia and Derek. "He was your childhood sweetheart, wasn't he? Don't you feel even a little bit sorry for him?"
Just a game, really.
