Gunshop

“Ajax.”

His crimson eyes crawled from her head to her toes before he mustered a chuckle of disbelief. Ajax’s huge figure almost covered the entire doorway to the counter. Cataleia took a step back and held onto the knob as she tried to escape the gunsmith’s shop. She pulled the heavy door, but it shuts close as a hand is plastered across the glass, locking the human in place.

There was a wall behind her and Ajax had slammed his hand onto the door, so she couldn't get away from being alone with him again. A smirk tugged on the edges of his unmerciful lips. He leaned close and Lei averted her face, pretending to look at the counter.

“What brings you to the gunsmith, Miss Reiss?”

“The same purpose you have, sir. To buy weapons.”

“For whom?” he curiously asked.

“For my competition.”

Ajax loosened his grip on her when he felt her shivering. He stepped away, but did not take his gaze away from her. “Are we invited to this competition?”

“That depends on the Auctioneer, Sir.” She replied.