Claiming His Queen
But now, here they were, adversaries seated at a table, exchanging banter like old friends.
"Desecrate?" Adler scoffed, "You talk as if it's some sacred relic. Besides..." He looked up at the ceiling, "I discovered I was really more of a gun devil."
Ruslan leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "Point of correction, it is sacred."
"Whatever, psycho."
Adler's gaze flickered to the candle lamps, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. He wouldn't make a mistake this time.
With a final, silent nod, Adler raised the gun, his finger inching towards the trigger, "You should have known better than to cross me."
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