Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20180107035326/@comment-34052734-20180109004926

Do you mean Luther?

Reno’s hand slithered to his pistol, his temple pressing into the gun. He laughed sinisterly, fearless, proud. He directed the gun to Grace’s boots.

Ace felt sweat slick his hair against the back of his neck, watching them. It would be a stupid move if they decided to shoot the girl, because one movement could cause a chain of reactions, them lying dead next to her. He comfortably continued to wait. Pause. Breathe.