> Alisha
"And why should I trust you?"
Venzrich's jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his face jumped. He pressed the cold muzzle of the gun deeper into my forehead. I could feel the circular rim of the barrel digging into my skin. It was freezing, a sharp contrast to the sweat trickling down my neck.
"Marcus, don't do it!" I snapped. My teeth were gritted as I sensed Marcus stirring behind me. I didn't need to look to know he was reaching for his holster, his body coiled like a spring. I knew he was anxious; he was programmed to protect me at all costs, but a single wrong move now would turn this hallway into a graveyard.
"Stay back!" I ordered again, my voice trembling only slightly. This was my only chance.
If Marcus drew his weapon, the dozen men behind Venzrich would open fire, and we would be dead before we hit the floor.
