Chapter 25

My pupils shook as I shifted my confused eyes from him to the rifle in my trembling hands and grasped it.

The rifle is not heavy at all in my hand. It is even lighter than the one gun I held that night in the club. Yet, unlike that night, it is not cold at all but warm, hot even.

I am unsure if this is really the temperature of this gun or if it is just my perception of it because of my emotions. Nonetheless, as I held onto it, my heart started beating loudly to the point that I could hear it directly in my ears.

What did he mean that this gun had an answer to my identity? How come... am I supposed to be familiar with it? This is seriously confusing me. All of it.

“Are you telling me that I’ve used this before? Is that it?” I asked again, and it was such a wonder that despite my emotions being a mess, my voice didn’t crack or tremble.

I didn’t look at his expression and only fixed my gaze on the gun as if looking at it for long will miraculously give the answer I wanted. Clive removes