CHAPTER 21
“What are you doing with a gun Kane? And why is Greta strapped to a chair?” I squeaked, my voice shaky with fear.
He glanced at the completely terrified Greta mildly amused by his own behavior. He then rose from where he was patched on the arm of the couch next to Greta, making his way slowly towards me. My brain was screaming for me to do something but on the other hand my body was completely frozen. He stopped beside me, running the tip of the gun on the side of my face, its cold trail icing its way in every living cell of my body. I could not move and all I was left to do was close my eyes and not chicken out visibly.
“Did you miss me too babe?” he inquired and this time I finally let my eyes open.
“Kane you are scaring me,” I admitted.
“See, that was the
