Khaid stared down at Satera, his gun pressed to her head, the last vestiges of his adrenaline-fueled control draining away.“It's me! It's me! Bluey!” she managed to gasp, her eyes wide with terror.The shock of seeing her, combined with the extreme physical effort of concealing his injury, was too much. The pain that had been a dull throb in his stomach surged into a blinding white wave.“You sly thing” he hissed, the words laced with pain rather than anger, his aim momentarily forgotten.His vision tunneled. The gun slipped from his hand, clattering harmlessly onto the leather couch. Khaid did not fall back, he collapsed heavily onto the single chair beside the couch, his body folding in on itself. He gripped his midsection, his tailored suit now visibly soaking dark red blood. His breath came out in ragged gasps.Bluey, realizing the gun was no longer pointed at her and that the towering figure of her captor was now dangerously vulnerable, stood hurriedly and rushed to the light sw
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