Chapter-82

The gun went off, and the man’s head in front of me exploded in blood and flesh flying in every direction, but I couldn’t care less about those things. My eyes focused on Rara, as I watched, her shaking hands drop the gun almost immediately after, as if the weapon was going to burn a hole in her hand.

Her doll-like features were a mask of terror and shock. My little mouse had never shot someone before, and just to save me, she killed someone. The guilt, the shame, it was all but painted onto her face. She hated she saved me, yet she hated how not saving me would tamper with her head.

She might try to deny it, but she wanted me. Wanted us.

The man's body slumped to the ground, the gun following suit shortly after. A surge of anger welled up within me, as I had desperately wanted her to listen to my order. However, an equally powerful wave of pride washed over me because she hadn't listened. I would’ve been dead, but never could I have imagined it would come at the hands of this woman