Sam believed that the deadliest knives were often not the sharpest.
And the most terrifying words were often spoken nonchalantly.
Just like this woman now, who excelled at uttering sweat-inducing statements with an air of casual indifference.
Sam looked at her.
His expression did not betray him, and his passive demeanor, a result of his Temptation Constitution, made the emotions in his eyes difficult to discern.
But inside, Sam was far from calm.
All he could think about was why this woman would say such a thing.
Could it be that Angel had said something? It seemed unlikely, as that girl was not the type to ask for help, confident that she could handle anything perfectly on her own.
To suggest she needed to ask others for help would almost be an insult to her capabilities, so that possibility was virtually ruled out.
