Book 2 - Chapter 8

POV: Lianne Dievin

“No...” A choked cry burst out from my lips as I covered my mouth with my hands. I looked at my mysterious man, Ruen, with thorough concern enough to create beads of sweat on my temples. My breathing doubled. I was hyperventilating, as if no oxygen was filling my alveoli. I could feel my pulse bounding like crazy too, so tangible under my skin.

I glanced at the finger inserted on the trigger and I immediately shook my head.

‘Please don’t move. Please don’t move!’ my mind chanted.

I longed to see this man since I saw him in the library. There were so many questions I wanted to ask; answers I wanted to hear from his mouth. I certainly don’t want him to die so soon.

However, surprisingly, this new man who called himself Cain somehow knows something too. As to how and why, that&r