Eleanor’s POV
With the gunshot echoing, nothing happened. The gun had been empty, which I knew, but I was still shocked—Hunter hadn’t flinched or shown a trace of fear.
I lowered the gun, confused and impressed at his bravery.
“Why didn’t you dodge?” I asked. “Aren’t you afraid of being killed?”
“Dying doesn’t matter.” He answered emotionlessly. “At least my death would bring my family some generous compensation, enough to pay for medical bills.”
My chest tightened with a pang of sorrow. There was a reason for his coldness and his dedication to his job. None of it was for him; it was all for his family—I could understand that better than most.
Hunter cleared his throat and avoided my eyes.
“And I noticed the gun was empty.” He said matter-of-factly.
I was stunned by his keen obser
