KALANK : ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ( ᴅᴜᴇᴛ #𝟶𝟸)
"What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just... let me talk." My voice was firm, but beneath it, there was desperation-raw, unfiltered. If she pulled that trigger, she wouldn't be the only one dying tonight. She took a step back. "No." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of it crushed me. My che...