Sydney's POV

Dylan smiled smugly, his palm caressing my back until he stopped at the nape. "Good girl..." he drawled. Then his grip on my nape tightened so hard that I almost winced in pain. He snarled, "And if it doesn't?"

I smirked as I bent to pick up the gun that had fallen, forcing him to release my neck. When he saw what I picked up, he growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" But that was all. He didn't attempt to snatch the gun from me. He just watched and waited to see what I was going to do.

I held his hard gaze and took...