"Well... I'll go over to them first."
Ivana Bennett slowly let go of Lucas Walker's arm, not daring to meet his gaze.
Even though she was adept at lying, that didn't mean she enjoyed it.
If this bloke had been harsh, domineering, or forceful towards her, she might have doubled her efforts in the deceiving him, not caring whether he lived or died.
Yet, he didn't, which inexplicably made her feel guilty.
Even though she successfully deceived Lucas Walker, her mood had no sense of triumph from escaping the situation.
Ivana Bennett took a step away from Lucas Walker, each step moving her closer to her destination in the brisk night wind.
Ivana made eye contact with her contact, who discreetly signaled his companion to leave with him.
Noticing her slight limp, and the way she tried not to put weight on her left foot, Lucas Walker's brow furrowed once more.
"Stop!"
At the sound of Lucas Walker's voice, Ivana's heart clenched.
