"These bullets," he said smoothly, his voice low and deliberate, "may look small, but they are designed with hollow points. Inside, there's compressed toxin—once it enters the body, it tears more than just flesh. It spreads… burns…" He paused, his gray eyes catching hers, "kills before anyone can scream for help."
Bella's throat went dry. She pressed her lips together, her chest rising and falling quickly. She had seen many things in her life, had touched blood with her own hands when saving people… but hearing him explain it so calmly, like he was describing a fine wine, made her skin prickle.
"I-I'm… going downstairs," she stammered, standing abruptly. "I just—I want water."
Without waiting for his reply, she turned and practically ran from the room, her soft slippers making hurried sounds against the wooden floor. Her heart hammered inside her chest, and she didn't even dare look back.
