Mr. Atticus was a deadly man. I always knew this fact. But how dangerous he was, I never anticipated it until the day I tested his patience. So, when he leaned closer to me, his eyes promised me the comeuppance of hiding my plan from him. He promised me that I would pay heftily. How heftily, I had no idea.
"You really thought you could make a plan to meet Henry Stewart, the man who had kidnapped you, without my knowledge, Bella?" He asked me, leaning further, his face slightly touched my skin, igniting fire inside my body.
And my eyes fluttered closed when I felt a jolt of electricity running down my blood. No longer being able to tolerate the proximity that made my insides throb in pain. Contrary to his voice, which seemed lethal to me, his touch was gentler than a feather. His fingers
