Faith's fighting instincts kicked in as simply as a light switch flickering on.
Despite Magnus' worries, Faith had known that the possibility of the Zolotovs hearing her out and letting her off with a mere slap on the wrist was slim to none. She would rather be completely outside of the Zolotov family's radar, but she took the risk of meeting them here in their home anyway, just in case they proved her wrong. Just in case there was a chance she could smooth everything between her and the Zolotovs, so they would not think about coming after her loved ones.
Instead, Faith had noticed the guards stepping closer, their hands inching towards their hand guns...
Magnus had not given Faith a gun, probably because he still felt like he had to take full responsibility for Faith's safety. But Fai
