Dove of mine.
In Lina's entire twenty-one years of living, she had never come across a nickname more tender than this one. He was shameless. Arrogant, too. But something about the way he said it smoothly told her he was certain this was the way he'd call her from now on. Opening and closing her mouth, she tried to suppress the skip of her heart.
He gazed at her with coldness in his eyes, but his shoulders were broad and could carry the weight of the world. At her silence, his stare became piercing and dark.
"Until next time, dove of mine."
Without another word, he sharply turned on his shoes, leaving her standing there breathless and shocked. When he turned around a corner, he took out the gun tucked into his suit's waistband. He took aim at a dark shadow.
