As though she wanted to expel all the turbid air from her lungs.
She drew deep breaths over and over, forcefully exhaling each time, her chest rising and falling dramatically.
Obviously, she had been quite frightened.
Thomas Shannon held Harry, who had already calmed down. Now out of danger, Harry obediently stayed in his master's embrace.
"Are you okay?" Thomas Shannon's cold eyes, clear as a spring, were focused on her, their brilliant depths filled with tranquility as he watched her.
Sophie Sullivan lifted her eyelids and glared at him. Was he blind? Couldn't he see whether she was okay or not? How could he not see the horror she had just been through? And this culprit had the nerve to ask if she was okay! Unbelievable!
"Speak," Thomas Shannon said softly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"What do you want me to say?" Sophie Sullivan stood up, her breathing beginning to stabilize.
