She didn't dare speak, holding her breath as she noticed Luke Moore's gaze sweeping across her face. For some reason, her heartbeat suddenly began to race uncontrollably.
She felt as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff, just seconds away from falling and shattering into pieces. But Trenton Smith's hand was now wrapped securely around her waist, his presence and the warmth emanating from him giving her a faint sense of safety.
It was truly his presence that made her feel a little less afraid at this moment.
She couldn't help but grab Trenton's fingers that were resting at his side. His warm palm enveloped her icy fingertips, squeezing them gently a few times as if signaling her not to be scared.
Luke Moore merely glanced at her before retracting his gaze. His voice trembled slightly as he asked Trenton, "What is it that you really want?"
