"..." Tara Summer was as pale as a ghost, wanting to leave, but unable to lift her foot to take a step--as if they were rooted to the ground.
"Tara... Summer?" Liam Yancey was taken aback as well, completely unprepared for Tara being the one who had barged into his room. He slowly narrowed his eyes, his tall, imposing, tense body resembling a tightly drawn bow string on the verge of snapping.
Thinking back to the eerily odd expression on Fierce Eagle's face outside the suite, Liam Yancey quickly understood. He suddenly stepped back, crimson shadows flickering in his eyes.
He was silent, his dark eyes fixated on her delicate white face, and each throb in his heart spread a wave of pain throughout him.
She was right before his eyes, mere meters away, but he did not dare to move closer. He feared he might not be able to suppress the surging emotions within him.
