Chapter 34: You'd Pull a Gun in Front of a Cop?

"Sis!" Marceline Balam's almond-shaped eyes went wide. "You… you're not seriously planning to seduce him, are you?!" No one understood Freya Balam's charm better than she did. Back in college, her sister's admirers had nearly worn the classroom threshold down, lining up from the lecture building all the way to the school gates. These days, Freya had long since shed that youthful innocence. In its place was a mature allure, the kind that slipped into every glance and smile, effortless and lethal. A...