In her panic, Ivana Bennett didn't even consider what she might be biting, instead yanking her head aside with all her might.
The ribbon on her blindfold was sturdy and did not break, but under her relentless tugging, it uncontrollably skewed to one side.
An unusual gleam crossed Lucas Walker's face as he instinctively pulled back a hand, covering the now-exposed left eye.
Intending to hold both of Ivana Bennett's wrists, Lucas Walker was forced to retract one his hands, thus freeing one of Ivana's hands.
Clenching her fingers into a fist, Ivana grabbed a piece of shattered glass nearby and swung it ruthlessly at his handsome face.
Lucas Walker hit the deck, rolling off of Ivana Bennett.
The jagged edge of the porcelain plate whizzed past his hair, severing several strands of his beautiful golden brown hair.
The hair, slowly drifted down.
Ivana, failing to land the first blow, swung the broken piece again, aiming at Lucas Walker.
