Chapter 29: Don’t Die Too Quickly
"Wait," Gavin said.
His sharp gaze had caught on the worn knife in Noel’s hand — and he already felt something from it.
But Noel didn’t stop. He walked on, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Irritation flickered in Gavin’s eyes. He stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Noel’s shoulder.
"Did you not hear me?" he asked, louder now.
And Noel finally turned to face him. A faint smile rose on his lips as he said, "Sorry. I didn’t think you were talking to me."
His eyes, calm and unreadable, settled on Gavin’s hand. And just like that, Gavin flinched. He withdrew his hand without thinking.
’What the hell? Why did I back off?’
He scowled, trying to remind himself — that this guy was just an ordinary person. Nothing to be afraid of.
And yet, his irritation only deepened.
"I like that knife," he said, his voice low, tight with contempt. "How about you hand it over?"
He stared hard at Noel, waiting.