"I don't care about the mess you made, but I don't like how you betrayed me behind my back." Merlin narrowed his eyes and said as he softly lined his finger over the gun's barrel.
Jim stiffened at once.
He slowly started to understand.
Merlin was more angry at his backstabbing compared to his actual crime. Is that it?
Jim's mind raced. 'What should I do? What should I say? How can I get out of this mess?'
He had multiple questions but no answers.
The gun in Merlin's hands was only making his brain even more numb, not helping him think.
Who is the one who said that one's brain works the most under pressure?
What nonsense?
He couldn't think straight at all, alright?
