Hoping he could talk his way out of this, at least long enough to create an opening, Ethan slowly raised his right hand. Thanks to her, it was the only one he could lift without sending sharp waves of pain tearing through his body.
"I give up."
Rina blinked in confusion.
"Just don't kill me," he continued, his voice strained yet controlled, even as blood continued to drip steadily from the hole in his shoulder. "I won't even take a share of the reward. Hell, I'll even help you kill the other two."
For a brief moment, there was silence.
But it wasn't mercy that followed, and her fingers remained tight around the bowstring.
"And you expect me to believe that?" she asked lightly, almost amused.
Before he could even respond, she fired an arrow.
Then another.
And another.
Three in less than a second.
Ethan's body reacted on instinct, twisting just enough to avoid anything fatal, but not enough to avoid the pain.
