The muzzle of Zubair's pistol didn't move.
His stance was solid. His eyes locked on Sera's chest. The only thing that moved was the faint rise and fall of his breathing—and even that was done in complete control.
Sera didn't flinch. She didn't glance at Lachlan or the blood or the still twitching headless body of her old professor by the freezer.
Instead, she just stared at Zubair and raised an eyebrow.
"You're an idiot," she said at last. "Do you really think that killing me is going to do anything at all to help the situation?"
Alexei let out a low whistle. "Jesus, sweetheart. Read the room, da? It's not wise to call a man who has a gun pointed at you an idiot."
"I call them like I see them," replied Sera, shrugging her shoulders like this wasn't a matter of life or death… like this wasn't a matter of her life or death. "I may or may not die if he pulls the trigger, but he definitely will. I thought you were all for him staying alive?"
