Thomas Shannon lowered his gaze, clearly seeing the fleeting ruthlessness in her eyes. She was indeed not a gentle house cat but a defiant wild horse. He began to doubt the validity of her jealousy theory. From her eyes, he couldn't see even a hint of affection for him. All he could see and feel was her ferocious intent to kill him. What couldn't a woman with such audacity accomplish?
"You maniac, you still have time to let go, before I get angry."
Thomas Shannon's voice was low and deep, carrying an inherent authority. The cold aura emanating from him was enough to intimidate anyone.
Sophie Sullivan breathed slowly. "I could let go, but only if you promise me first that you'll stop threatening me."
"Are you bargaining with me?" Thomas Shannon raised one hand and, in her moment of distraction, pried her hand from his neck.
Sophie only felt a sharp pain in her fingers, and the next second, she lost her grip. She watched helplessly as he easily pried her hand from his neck.
