Those piercing, stern eyes almost penetrated through her pupils.
Jasmine Yale faced a man like an enraged lion, cold-blooded and ruthless.
He looked down at her from his superior position, with a dark face like the sky before a sudden storm in June.
Darkness, no glimpse of sunlight.
Tearing open wounds, blood gushing.
Jasmine Yale frightened, her legs turned soft, and she nearly fell.
Her hands trembled, violently.
In her watery eyes was an unbelievable fear and unease, blood flowing backward, lips pale.
The massacre of the Cheney Family over twenty years ago in Landon... she knew.
That night, Sylvan Cheney's mother, Qiana Childe, had taken everyone from the Cheney Residence to the Summer Resort for a vacation.
It was summer, the weather scorching hot.
It was also that night that the Cheney Family faced utter destruction.
