Time paused.
Feng Tian didn't blink, not even a twitch—her entire being coiled in eerie stillness. She merely stared at him, silent… until her head tilted slightly to the side. Slowly. Almost curiously.
For a second, even Frank seemed to realize the gravity of his mistake. He swallowed hard, but the damage was done.
It was subtle at first—the flicker of a brow, the faint twist of her lips. Then came the fire—slow, burning, consuming. Her lips curled—not into a smile, but something darker. More dangerous. A wicked grin.
It was fury dressed in elegance, danger wrapped in silk.
"Really?" she said softly.
Without turning, she lifted her hand.
"Gun."
