Allison's POV

I looked at the gun, and then at his face. He swiped his gun hand under his nostrils, snorting again. I eyed him. “Is the gun supposed to scare me and me follow you?” I asked.

He made me a grin with the whole of his face, and he rose gently to his feet. “That's kind of the idea. We have already talked long enough, now let's get going.”

My lips curled in a tight sneer as I eyed him more. “I suppose you have forgotten Luca said you can't kill me.”

He thrust his ...