In the aftermath of her father's murder, Margery Stone is overcome with sorrow, confusion, and rage. As those close to her fear for her ability to cope, Margery finds herself on a borderline obsessive hunt for a man with a silver arm. In a cry for h...
Her trembling voice echoed off the walls of the room she found herself cornered in. She studied the tall, bulky man who stood in the doorway, starring her down as she shook violently with a culmination of fear and crippling sadness. The box cutter she held in her ivory hand nearly fell to the ground as the infamous silver-armed killer advanced suddenly.
Margery jolted back. Her back slammed into the bookcase behind her. With her free hand, she gripped a dusty encyclopedia and hurled it towards the soldier as aggressively as she could. A loud thump filled the room as the heavy book collided with his face, forcing his head to turn to the left, engulfing him in a years worth of dust.
Wasting no time at all, Margery bolted for the unblocked doorway. The white haired huntress managed to get a single foot out of the door before being jerked backwards by the hood of her hoodie like a fisherman reeling in a catch. A grunt escaped her lips, followed by a rather unladylike stream of words. She found herself pinned between the human and the bionic arm. The vengeful daughter expected her eyes to meet cold, unnerving iris's. Instead, she was met with remorseful, desperate oceanic eyes that seemed to peer into her soul rather than look at her surface.
Her thin brows furrowed together. Her brows creased. She was not only astounded by the shame that seemed to overcome him, but more-so that she had crossed paths with this man before, in a much more delightful and borderline affectionate circumstance.
A sudden chill filled her body, a warmth kissed her face, and a velvety voice caressed her ears as he breathed, "I need your help." Please"
Ups! Gambar ini tidak mengikuti Pedoman Konten kami. Untuk melanjutkan publikasi, hapuslah gambar ini atau unggah gambar lain.
