Silent love

Chapter 59

On the previous chapter...

Divine moved closer to me till I felt her breath on my ear. "Is anyone else pretending this is normal, or just me?

"No one's pretending". I murmured, standing too.

Because this wasn't normal.

This was Immanuel.

Nothing is normal from this guy and we had just been reminded, very clearly, what he was capable of not just the jokes and the charm, but the kill that came so fast it felt like bullet.

He hadn't broken a sweat.

He hadn't even blinked.

And all I could think was he's been waiting.

Not to kill.

But to be tested.

ʚ YAQUELINE'S POV ɞ

It was too early for murder.

But not, apparently, too early to threaten one.

"You're breathing like it offends you that I exist". Immanuel said casually, tossing a peeled orange slice into his mouth as he leaned back in the armchair opposite Seth.

Seth didn't answer.

Not with words.

His jaw was tight enough to crack a molar, hand clenched on the arm of the couch like he was deciding if it was worth launching himself across the room.

I sipped my coffee slowly.

"You want something, soldier boy?" Immanuel asked, voice filled with amusement. "You've been staring at me for ten minutes like you're waiting for me to confess".

"To being an insufferable ass?" Seth said tightly. "You just did".

Jacques, sitting beside me, didn't even look up from his book. "He is very annoying". He said, calmly flipping a page. "But unfortunately not illegal".

"Yet". Seth muttered.

Immanuel grinned. "Careful. You sound like you're fantasizing about homicide".

"I'm not fantasizing". Seth said, standing.

I lowered my cup.

Immanuel, of course, didn't move.

He just tilted his head like a cat watching a dog miscalculate its jump.
"Go on then". He said softly, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his pistol with a loose, almost careless motion.

He held it out to Seth.

Grip first.

The room went silent.

Jacques closed his book without marking the page.

I set my cup down.

Seth looked at the gun. Then at Immanuel. Then back again.

"You're joking".

Immanuel's smile was razor-thin. "Nope".

He gave the gun a little shake, like he was offering him a snack.
"Go on. You're clearly dying to pull the trigger. Let's skip the foreplay".

Seth snatched the gun from his hand.

And pointed it straight at Immanuel's face.

No hesitation.