"Awake?" Right as she was about to close her eyes, a man's deep and magnetic voice echoed suddenly in the dimly lit room.
The man's voice was agreeable and pleasant, much like a cello, yet to Tara Summer, it was as if a devil from hell was whispering into her ears, causing her body to stiffen and uncontrollably tremble in fear.
Lying on her side, Tara was reluctant to turn and look, but even from several meters away, she could feel the man's powerful aura!
Liam Yancey was silent for only a moment before he put out his cigarette, stood up, and made his way to the bedside with heavy steps.
As he sat down, leaning closer to her, Tara rolled over to face him, her eyes wide with fright, her expression full of defiance.
Liam Yancey lifted her into his arms, including the covers she was under. His strong arms circled her tightly to his chest, leaving no gaps.
