Chapter 42

KILLIAN

“How?” She asked, frowning in confusion. I looked at my mate for a second too long before processing what she was referring to. “I just rejected…”

“Your real name is not Eleanor, malyshka.” I said, picking the gun up for a second. She frowned in confusion before I handed it to her. “And the gun has no bullets.”

“What?” She asked, trying to process what I was telling her.

“You called his name last night,” I said, straightening as I sat beside her. “I knew that I needed something to shake you up into talking to me. Yes, I know that the approach wasn’t the most ideal, but I knew that nothing would have made you open up.” 

“You decided to threaten me, using a gun, to get me to open up?” She asked, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. When she put it that way, it made it sound like I did something that was wrong. Well, it was wrong, but I was done being patient, especially when I knew that my men have been searching for her for months and the nu