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At first, she recognized the cold fury as Marc’s. He stalked closer silently, mouth set thinly and a cold light shining in his eyes.
But then his whole demeanor was off. The set of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. Layla blinked as a gun seemed to appear out of nowhere. She hadn't even realized Marc would've brought a gun. Then it dawned on her that Marc probably hadn't.
With a calmness that felt unnatural, he raised his arm, took aim and shot without hesitation.
Their eyes locked as the frantic pleas for the assassin’s own life were cut short. Layla didn’t look at the gruesome display that comes with being shot in the head, for she couldn’t look away from the calculating look in the stranger’s eyes. He’d been watching her appraisingly, curious to see how’d she’d react.
“You,” Layla said simply, unable to tear her eyes away.
One corner of his mouth ticked up infinitesimally. “Me.”