GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 34: SILENT OATHS

Surprise (not really because I promised 😉): a new chapter!

Plus, I want to dedicate this chapter to @ArmyBlink006633 to thank her for the beautiful aesthetics she's made for the characters! You're so sweet! Thank you so much 😘💕✨

I'll post the aesthetics at the beginning, in the chapter Readers' arts, so go check it out once you've finished reading this chapter because I know you want to find out what happens! 😉

'You don't know, how close

I feel when you're losing hope

Wished you could see

The worst in you

Is the best in me'

However, he was still stronger, and I didn't manage to move him more than three inches, three inches that allowed me to catch sight of the knife in Rye's right hand.

From that instant, everything happened in slow-motion and still too fast at the same time, as if my heart had stopped, or maybe it was bolting out of my chest. I wasn't aware of anything else but the sharp blade advancing towards Blade's neck, and every cell of my being was used for only one wish. It was once more the only thing I could do.

But I realized that maybe with Blade near, it was enough to make sparks when slowly, his head turned, and with a swift motion, he grabbed the blade – literally, as his palm grasped the sharp edge.

My gasp of relief to see the knife stopped before his neck ended in a cry of pain as if I was the one stabbed, my fists tightening uselessly. Yet he was showing no hint of pain, all his muscles tensing more sharply than the knife that he twisted, and his eyes widening with a dark look as he was drinking in the agony contorting Rye's features until the cracks of his wrist echoed around.

Actually, I was sure he would have continued if the men around hadn't managed to pull him away, and even being four against one, I didn't know how the guys had dared to because the look in Blade's eyes was scary, bordering insanity. The blue expanse was darker than I'd ever seen it, and the fine line of crystalline framing it was more contrasting with the blood vessels around.

Though what surprised me the most was how the men managed to extract me from him in spite of my tight grip.

The second I didn't have his tense muscles under my hand anymore, I collapsed on the floor. No one had pushed me this time, but my legs, like the rest of my body, were trembling too much.

Three inches, three inches, it was what was shaking me. All the strength that I'd put for those three inches was leaving my body.

Three inches, it was nothing, but if there hadn't been those three inches, the blade would have pierced Blade's neck, exactly at one of the spots I loved to kiss so much and feel the thuds of his heart under my lips. The irony of life was unbelievable and cruel; people were cruel.

The more I was taking in what had happened, what could have happened if I hadn't been here, the more it felt like the knife was stabbing my skin deeper and deeper, except that it wasn't my neck. My left hand was clutching my chest like it could prevent a bleeding here.

As for my right hand, when I remembered I had one, my wide eyes shot down to what I was gripping, and the realization hit me like a bullet.

The gun, I was holding the handle, which was half pulled out of my skirt, and the safety was off.