The words had barely faded.
Thomas Thompson swiftly pointed the gun at the vase beside him, 'pi——' a sharp sound followed by a 'crash' as the vase shattered.
The pistol had a silencer, yet the sound was still quite loud.
Grace Adams shuddered violently, "Ah!" she screamed, and when the gun was again pointed at her head, tears suddenly rolled down, and the words she intended to say couldn't leave her mouth.
Celebanquet heard Grace Adams' fearful scream, and its previously gently swaying tail suddenly stopped.
Benjamin Moreland's hand bones protruded, his mouth tightened, as he gazed coldly at Thomas Thompson for a moment, eased the force in his hand, intending to turn to the study for pen and paper.
His peripheral vision inadvertently caught Celebanquet, crouched aggressively on the stand where the vase had been, readying to leap, aiming for Thomas Thompson's shoulder.
Celebanquet had never liked Thomas Thompson, refusing any touch…
