"You're finished, little chick!" a man close to Aurora mocked, delivering a forceful kick in her direction.
"Don't hurt her badly! I still need to sign the paper..."
Willow's voice rang out from behind, urging the bodyguard to stop his kick just in time. Yet, as he paused, he suddenly felt a powerful grip on his ankles.
In an instant, he found himself soaring through the air, his back striking the cool, hard wall before he fell to the floor.
A heavy thud filled the room as he hit the marble floor, and a piercing cry sliced through the air. A fiery ache spread across his back as if a massive force had just crashed through him.
Everything happened so fast. He couldn't understand how he had ended up here, but one thing shocked him: when his eyes met the calmness in the girl's eyes, he realized she was the one who had thrown him.
