Sophie Sullivan's lips curled slightly, and she landed a deliberately thoughtless, heavy blow. "Friends can turn into lovers, you know."
Thomas Shannon's cold eyes darkened, and the arm he had around her waist tightened its grip.
Forced against his chest, Harry was squashed flat and let out a pained meow.
"Get lost!"
Thomas Shannon disgustedly tossed Harry aside. Harry's chubby, round body somersaulted in the air before landing steadily on the sofa.
Gaby, who had been eyeing Harry like prey, was about to pounce when Harry let out a tragic howl, scrambled frantically, scaled the walls, and leaped onto the crystal lamp.
History repeated itself: Harry's chubby, round body was once again dangling from the crystal lamp.
Thomas Shannon had no time to worry about his pet. He gripped Sophie Sullivan's delicate chin with one hand, looking as if he wanted to crush it. "Are you saying you want to be with Lucifer?"
