THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Govori, ili ya prostrelyu tebe lob bez zadumki."
("Talk, or I'll shoot you between the eyes without a second thought.") Psikh's face was shadowed with fury, his gun steady on Aello's chest. Shock flickered across her features before settling into quiet calm. She met his gaze, then bowed her head, her hands clenched so tight her knuckles shone white.
Psikh let out a bitter laugh of disbelief. The reaction was all he needed—she'd understood every word this whole time. Stupid, he thought. He'd believed her feigned confusion, her lost look whenever their eyes met, never once questioning it. The realization burned through him like hot iron.
He hated deception more than anything. Her life now hung on her answer; speak well, and she might live. Hold back, and he'd pull the trigger without hesitation.
