Helena kept the blue energy sword pointed at Fateless. Its edge hovering two centimeters from the side of his neck. Skin along his carotid showed faint white pressure lines where the flat of the blade had rested earlier.
Fei Ming stood motionless. His shoulders stayed relaxed, hands open at his sides. Any wrong move and she may actually infect him with the zombie virus.
What if he killed her instead?
He hated to admit it but the risk of still getting infected limited him.
What if Helena was just as infected? He couldn't tell.
She remained in eye contact with him, searching for any twitch or flicker. She found nothing. His face held the same flat calm it had carried since she pinned him with her sword.
After a while, he spoke with a dry deadpan voice. "Why aren't you doing anything? Any more restraint and I'll take it you're mesmerized with a killer's face."
