Chapter 54 Own Your Words

The female assassin writhed on the floor, crying out in pain. Adrian Quinn stowed his pistol without a word, then turned and gave Lila Cross—a pale figure slumped against the wall—a cold, detached glance. "You alright?" "I'm... fine." Snapping out of her daze, Lila shook her head weakly, her face drained of color. She'd seen prop guns on film sets countless times, but this was the first time she'd witnessed a real firearm in use. Just minutes earlier, Adrian had shot the assassin with that very gun. The sharp tang of blood filled the air, and the sight of crimson spreading across the floor made her legs wobble. "Really fine?" "Really... fine." Without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. But when he reached the threshold and saw she hadn't followed, he frowned and turned back. "Coming or not?" Lila bit her lip. "I..." Her legs had gone completely weak—she couldn't move. Seeing her hesitation, a faint, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. With a quiet sigh, he strode back, l