7. Clinging.
Katarina.
A gun pointed at my head is what keeps me walking.
Fucking asshole.
Have I already said I hate him?
"Don't look back, move" he growls, making me walk barefoot on dry, cold fodder.
"I'm freezing."
"You couldn't, you're made of ice" he says humorlessly.
"Go to hell, Killian, my feet hurt, you f*****g bastard."
"My finger itches to pull the trigger, don't tempt me, Katarina."
"Like you're capable of it."
"Shall we bet?"
I look at him out of the corner of my eye, the gun still pointed in my direction.
Asshole.
I walk, grumbling under my breath as he comes up behind me, giving orders. Right, left, turn here, stop... I want to shoot him so he'll shut up once and for all.
Killian carried me less than five seconds over his shoulder before I put up a fight.
