Deceptive Mercy

POV Cora

I slowly turned my head. Vanessa stood mere feet away, gripping a loaded pistol aimed dead at my chest. Her hands shook uncontrollably, and her chest heaved with every ragged breath. The unadulterated murderous intent rolling off her frame was palpable in the stuffy air of the training court. I stared straight down the dark barrel of her weapon, unfazed by her childish tantrum.

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