She bit her lower lip, took a few steps forward, and came before him.
Thomas Shannon's gaze was like a sleeping lion sizing up the prey it was about to devour, filled with a fierce, predatory hunger.
Sophie Sullivan moved back slightly, only to have her wrist suddenly gripped tightly.
Thomas Shannon's hand tightened, deliberately causing her pain. "Where are your shoes?"
"I lost them." Sophie endured the pain, her voice trembling.
Was he trying to crush her?
"What happened here?" Thomas Shannon's fingertip gently slid across the red marks on her pale arm.
All of Sophie's previous bravado vanished without a trace. As meek as a sheep, she said, "A mosquito bit me."
"Where did the mosquito bite you?"
"Mosquitoes in the flower bush."
Thomas Shannon sneered, tightening his grip on her hand even more.
"It hurts..." Sophie's small, beautiful face instantly turned deathly pale from the pain.
