I took a slow, deliberate breath, my body as still as the air around me. I could feel the tension in the room, thick enough to slice through. Thomas’ fingers wrapped tightly around the gun’s handle, knuckles white, his breath quick and shallow.
The barrel of the gun remained pointed at me, but I could see it in his stance, he was hesitating. His grip faltered slightly, his uncertainty hanging in the space between us like a tangible thing.
That bullet would definitely hurt, I thought grimly, my senses sharp, every nerve screaming to stay alert. But I wasn’t ready to be bedridden just yet, not when I had so much left to do.
I knew exactly what was going through his mind. Thomas wasn’t an i***t, desperate, maybe, but not stupid. He had to know that wolfsbane wouldn’t kill me outright. It
