~DEMETRI'S [POV]~"Ten seconds.""What?" she muttered, confusion momentarily overtaking the terror marring her features."I'm giving you ten seconds to walk away, and maybe I won't hurt you," I laid out my terms with the calm poise of a gentleman.I was dressed like one, after all, so I might as well act the part.She scoffed mockingly, though the bravado didn't quite reach her trembling shoulders. "Spare me? I'm the one holding the loaded gun here! I saw what you just did to that guy. You think I'm going to let you walk away so you can find me later a–and kill me?" Her voice stuttered and cracked near the end, the panic bleeding through her grip."Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..." I ignored her completely. My gaze dropped down as I casually tapped the toe of my shoe against the floorboards, trying to shake off the stubborn grey brain matter still hanging onto the leather. I kept counting without missing a beat. "Five, four, three, two, one."My eyes snapped in her direction, locking
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