Andrea shakes her head in horror. She looks down at Andrew and wonders how he can look so calm. Although she doesn’t know for sure that Charles’ heart beats in Andrew’s chest, she dheartbeats to take the risk.
Andrew’s bodyguards pull their guns from their holsters, and point them at Lance. Lance’s men draw their pistols and point them at Andrew’s men. They look evenly matched, and Andrea doesn’t know who will win. Either way, one thing’s for sure, the battle will be bloody.
“Are you afraid?” Lance asks. “Or you just don’t want to hurt your precious Andrew?”
Andrea’s face pales and she subconsciously draws her hand back. She can see the disappointment in Lance’s eyes.
“If you’re afraid, I can help you,” Lance says, raising his gun toward Andrew.
“No!” she screams, rushing
