Chapter 278:
Robert's POV
The barrel of the grey pistol was aimed directly at me, and Julie stood before me like a little Angel of Death. Not a muscle in me moved, not a single hair on my head shook. I maintained my usual coldness, which had long been my shield against the world, and my features hardened like a marble mask. I moved with a slow, provocative calmness and sat on the edge of the bed, placing my hands firmly on my knees. I locked my eyes into her raging ones and asked her in a calm voice devoid of any shred of fear: "Julie... lower that weapon immediately. Playing with sharp tools is not like you."
Her lip trembled slightly, but her tone came out as dry as a barren desert, her eyes radiating a feral determination I had never seen in her before: "I won't... this hand won't lower until you give me the answer I came for."
