Liam Yancey, dressed in black, blends seamlessly with the night behind him.
His towering figure, like the king of the night, is extraordinary.
He curled his lips, taking a step forward his long leg, intending to pull her into his arms, but his gaze faltered upon noticing the men's shirt she wore.
"Whose clothes?" The man's eyes narrowed suddenly, an icy cold countenance etched on his handsome face.
Tara Summer regained her senses, lowered her eyes to see her clothing, knowing that she couldn't hide the truth. The smile on her lips faded slightly, hesitating, not knowing how to explain.
"Young master…" Owl Eagle approached now, equally surprised to see Liam Yancey. "Didn't you say that you wouldn't arrive until the earliest at midnight? Why..."
This morning, Fierce Eagle informed him that Liam Yancey was set to go to America and was sworn to secrecy not to tell Tara Summer about this.
