THE ALPHA COMMAND
Selene's POV
The gun in Lyra's hand didn't waver.
Neither did my heartbeat.
It stayed steady. Calm. Almost detached.
Strange, considering I was staring straight down the barrel of death.
Maybe I'd just gotten used to it.
Too many near-death moments in too few days.
The body adapts.
The mind survives however it can.
"You're bluffing," I said quietly.
Lyra's eyebrow arched.
"Am I?"
The gun tilted just slightly, the silver glint catching the overhead light.
"You pull that trigger,"
I continued, keeping my voice even,
"every guard in this building hears it."
My eyes flicked briefly toward the office door.
"Damon will be here in seconds."
I met her gaze again.
"And then what?"
I tilted my head slightly.
"You explain why you shot his mate in his own office?"
Lyra didn't even blink.
"I'll say you attacked me."
Her smile sharpened.
"That I acted in self-defense."
The expression on her face turned cold and calculating.
