Shoot in cold blood
14

The old man looked up calmly into the barrel of the gun, his hands still raised in a gesture of peace. But inside, his heart pounded in fear. One wrong move and this volatile woman could end him without a second thought.

"Ma'am, please listen to reason," he said in a low, steady voice. "Put the gun down before someone gets hurt that doesn't need to."

Cersei's eyes blazed with fury and pain. "Don't tell me what to do!" she screamed, her hands shaking. "You've caused enough trouble already." Her hands shook with adrenaline and rage.

Cersei glared down at the old man who was pleading in front of her. The cold steel of her gun pointed directly at his heart. His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and desperation. He was trembling, but not from the chill of the underground garage.

"Please, ma'am," the old man, Darien, pleaded, his voice hoarse and broken. "You have to understand. It's for my granddaughter. She's sick, very sick. I heard...I heard that the Golden Apple could
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