บท 61: A Whip For Every Second

Adeline waited for a few more seconds. Once she was certain he had left, she instantly sat upright.

Adeline pulled the dress up to reveal the two guns strapped to her thighs. Earlier today, she didn't receive the opportunity to properly examine it. But it was pitch-dark in her room and she couldn't examine it either. Though, the moonlight had trekked into her room, giving it a hauntingly beautiful glow.

Adeline slipped out of the bed and held the guns closer to the window. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the Sahara Eagle, a sleek silver gun with a black grip. It could hold nine bullets, but that was all she needed to take down people. She ran her fingers over the metal ridges, her lips curling in satisfaction.

There was a faint drawing of a blooming rose with thorny stems wrapped around the gun. Golden initials were carved near the handle.