"Who's there?" She demands, eyes searching the dark for anything out of place, her hands now cradling the pistol.
Shit.
She paces foreword, a determined look on her face. But her heart rate gives her fear away. I bite my lip and glance behind me.
Maybe I can get away before she sees me...
"Stand up and face me, mutt."
Okay, so scratch the escape plan. I rise slowly, not wanting to alarm her. I come face to face with the barrel of her gun. Only a few feet separates us and we are both breathing heavy.
The gun quakes. I glance at her eyes, they are narrowed pointedly at me. I can't hide my smirk.
"Wipe the grin off your face before I do it for you."
I stifle my smile. God, she's the best kind of handful there is. I can already tell. She holds her own, she's fierce and strong.
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