Giselle knew her words were slurring. LeVan smiled and pointed at her horse. “Show me.” He ordered. She didn't want to turn away from him, she was sure that he would shoot her as soon as she did but there was nothing she could do. She had been so focused on staying upright in the saddle, then dismounting and not falling on her face that she hadn't even grabbed a knife before she walked toward him. Giselle cursed herself for being so stupid. She was totally unarmed, she had no business being there. The only thing she could do was try to reach her horse before he could fire. The rain worked in her favor but if LeVan was responsible for killing so many operatives, he was probably smart enough to take it into account as well. Giselle turned to run. She felt the sand and the weight of her wet clothes pulling at her, slowing her down and she tensed in expectation. He should have fired by now. She never got more than a few steps away before she heard the crack and felt herself thrown onto the sand.
