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“If you point a gun, you had better be prepared to use it.”

With unblinking eyes, he stood erect. Hands on his hips. Legs apart.

Sabrina held his gaze and knew his rigid stance was a dare.

Aiming the pistol to the right of Kenilworth, she pointed at a lone birch. “Don’t move, milord.” As she lowered the hammer, his body stiffened. “Now, look to your left. Should I try for the left or the right branch?”

“To your right. It’s farthest from me.”

Gritting her teeth, she focused and fired. Wood crackled and snapped. Birds squawked. She smiled, feeling an odd satisfaction. Somehow, the act replaced the dignity Kenilworth had stolen.

“Luck,” Kenilworth murmured, eyeing the severed branch.

Feeling the challenge in his single word, her blood started to hum. She shifted her gaze to just below his waist and adjusted her aim.

“If that’s where you want to shoot me, go ahead...!”