Karen slowly lifted her head.
Despite the lingering tremor in her muscles and the dull throbbing spreading from the base of her neck to the side of her face, a grin stretched across her lips.
"Well," she breathed, her voice hoarse but amused, "just when I thought you didn't have the balls."
Drogo didn't react.
He stood a few steps away, the gun steady in his hand, his expression calm in a way that felt almost unnatural.
Karen tilted her head slightly, studying him from where she remained on the ground.
"What do you plan on doing with that?" she asked with a weak laugh. "Shoot me?"
Her eyes flicked briefly to the weapon.
"You can barely stand the sight of blood," she continued mockingly. "And you think you can crack someone's skull open?"
Drogo remained still. Then suddenly the burning sensation in her neck returned.
It was sharper this time.
