Follows on from [#32].

For Kirke...



The gun presses further against the pliant give of Ben’s throat, and he squeezes his eyes shut, feels the flesh of his face contort in expectation of a wave of agony at any moment, knows that this is it… that Aaron’s lost his mind, is going to do the unthinkable and kill him…

The sound, when it happens, startles Ben. He’d expected it to be loud, to feel the bullet slice through him, splash blood and gore and bring about his end with a near immediency…

He didn’t expect it to be a soft exhalation of breath against his cheek.