Scarlett Glenn's voice was gentle and lingering; every man who heard her speak would never forget it.
Every man who heard her voice found it an irresistible charm, something that made them feel weak.
Ethan Herd felt the same way. At this moment, his ears were tingling, but he was fully aware that Scarlett's words were not as sweet as her voice.
She was serious.
Scarlett truly wanted to kill him.
Because he held her secrets, because he had witnessed her last assault on Morgan Glenn.
This woman did not have no heart; her heart was dark and black, so black that sometimes Ethan felt he could never redeem her in his lifetime.
Yet, the more he realized this, the more he wanted to keep Scarlett in his hands.
Ethan chuckled softly, "Well, it depends on how you want to kill me. If it's in bed... you can do whatever you like."
Scarlett's hand slowly crept up Ethan's neck. "I guarantee you'll die beneath the peony flower, a lustful ghost."
