The cold
metal of the gun’s muzzle ran up my spine, through the goose-bumps that had
risen on my skin. It came to rest,
pushing hard at the base of my skull.
My
heart rate accelerated. My head started
to spin, the air seemed to rush from my lungs.… and I did something I’ve never
done before.
“Tortoise.”
I gasped.
The gun was
flung to one side. I felt the bed next
to me dip with his weight. Warm hands took
me by the shoulders and pulled me over into his solid body.
“It’s fine. You’re safe,” he whispered.
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