Romance in The Mansion
For half a second, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then the bodyguard moved.
Zayden didn’t hesitate.
The second shot rang out sharp and precise.
The bodyguard went down with a strangled shout, his knee exploding under the impact as he crashed to the floor, clutching his leg, pain ripping the control from his face.
Zayden crossed the room in three steps, gun trained steadily on him.
“Don’t,” Zayden said flatly, as the man’s hand twitched toward his weapon.
The bodyguard froze, gasping, sweat already beading at his temples.