Ivana Bennett hadn't expected him to give her his shoes. She was stunned for two seconds before obediently stepping her bare feet into his loafers.
His feet were bigger than hers, so the shoes were loose on her, but they were warm, still fresh with his body heat.
After helping her adjust the laces, Lucas Walker slowly straightened up.
His blue eyes lingered on Judy's face, dangerous slits.
"I'm going to toss you to the sharks."
His tone was not of a threat, but of a statement, calm yet held a domineering authority that was hard to define, as if he was just stating, "I'm having pasta for lunch."
Despite him being alone, despite the numerous guns pointing at him...
Lucas Walker radiated an aura as though he had an army standing behind him.
Judy felt a chill creep up her back. Lucas Walker's gaze had already moved from her face to rest onto Night Wind.
"I'll kill you with my own two hands."
