I glance from it to him in hesitation, heart hammering instantly and body rippling with goosebumps born of trepidation, unsure what the fuck he’s doing.

He looks completely deadpan.

‘Why are you giving me that?’ I ask in a mild panic, suddenly afraid and alert all simultaneously. Guns and I, in his presence, don’t bode well.

My suspicious brain immediately jumps to the worst conclusions, and I pale … blood running icy cold through my veins as my breathing ...