Dylan shook his head in distaste, "Are you seriously pointing your gun at an unconscious girl's head?"
Marcellia pointed the gun to Dylan and rose a brow, "Would you rather I point it at your head then?"
Dylan shrugged and began to walk forward, "I guess...it's not like anything is in it so I know you won't shoot me."
"Dylan, get back here," I whisper yelled but he didn't listen. He walked past Marcellia and looked at Amelia who seemed to be in a deep sleep.
"I'm waiting," Dylan taunted as he looked back at the extremely pissed girl that had him at gunpoint. He rose a brow, "You're not gonna shoot?"
Marcellia lifted the safety and glared angrily at him, "Don't test me, Dylan Faux."
His brows shot up and he feigned shock, "You know my name?" Dylan then rolled his eyes and swept Amelia's hair away from her forehead, "You seem to have been waiting for us long, but why not just get everything over with?"