GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 7: BLUE MOON

I'm doing another dedication 😁 Today's chapter is dedicated to my little sister in heart @annabethgranger666 for your constant support on my stories, but also for all our daily conversations! You're always there to motivate me and believe in me, so thank you from the bottom of my heart, sweetie, love you!🥰😘💕

'You knew just what I was there for

You heard me saying a prayer for

Someone I really could care for.'

Listen to this song in the part where it's mentioned 😉

Something switched again in Blade, and in all the air around, this time.

The words were perfectly inoffensive, even polite, yet the voice pronouncing them was as tight and sharp as a... blade, and when I glanced at him, I found a new side of him, anything but ordinary.

It was surely the most obvious part of him, and I'd guessed it the instant I'd been met by his sharp features and tattoos. Still, not one second had he looked menacing to me, not once had I been scared.

I'd felt many things from annoyance to freedom, and various grades of warmth, but at this moment, I didn't know what to feel anymore.

"And if she wants pancakes, I'm sure you can make an exception."

"I-I..." At least, the waiter was sure he was terrified.

The man, who must have been five or ten years older than us, resembled a scared child gripping his notebook like a teddy, and even if he wasn't looking at me anymore, there was no doubt his haughty gaze had disappeared with the color from his face.

Yet as I dared to move just an inch in the cutting atmosphere, I noticed the man's attention wasn't on Blade either, well, not on his sharp and tensed features that could have sliced anyone that got too close, nor on his piercing eyes that had lost all playful spark to become an icy expanse. The waiter was focusing on something under the table, and of course, my curious eyes couldn't resist, peeking down and almost popping out at the sight.

Jutting, sharp, shiny... a pocket knife.

I shouldn't have gasped a shaky breath, and I shouldn't have held it in my throat either. It should have been the moment I ran away; any normal person, or even anyone with a little common sense would have.

But where? Blade had taken me here on his motorbike, and I had no idea where I was.

Not that I even wondered about it. I was too captivated by the movements of his long fingers to move.

It was his hand covered with the intriguing branches designs, and seeing how he was expertly twisting and spinning the knife, I could guess he was left-handed, or ambidextrous, though it wasn't likely, since he hadn't even opened the door with the other hand.

Actually, those simple and dangerous movements of his fingers were telling me so much more about him. The way his gaze was unflinching towards the man, while he was playing with the sharp edge of the blade showed he was used to knives, or that he was crazy.

Either way, it wasn't a good sign, and the waiter surely had more common sense than me as he rushed to say,

"O-Okay, I-I'll try to see what I can do."