Eyes narrowed in the darkness, seeing no
features; only a silhouette, outlined by the
street lamps outside.
Her shot was steady, her grip relaxed, but
her mind was wired, spinning. Aim leveled
with the intruder’s leg—she won’t be shooting
to kill; not yet—she drew in a slow breath.
“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing
in my apartment?”
There was no shake in her voice; deceptive calm
settling over her features.
