The lion stood proud, its eyes glinting with a vicious light. Its gaze was as sharp as a blade, the look of a predator stalking its prey.
Evelyn Grant tilted her head up and asked sheepishly, "It can't get up here, can it?"
"That's not a guarantee," Preston Keaton said, nonchalantly wrapping his hand around hers. "It depends on how hungry it is. If it's starving, it just might make it."
Evelyn Grant gazed at him and nodded very seriously.
"Mhm, don't you worry. If it really does get up here, I'll drop you and run for my life without a second thought. I know you're most concerned about my safety, so rest assured, I won't even spare you a single glance."
Preston Keaton raised an eyebrow, his smile enigmatic. "And then?"
'And then?'
Evelyn Grant blinked, a picture of innocence as she laughed. "You don't need to know what happens then."
