"I want you to die! Only when you're dead will this child be safe."
Aiden Shaw took Laura Lowell's cool little hand and slipped it into his coat pocket. His voice was rich and magnetic as he said, "This should be warmer."
When he looked up, the gentleness that had just filled his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by an extreme cold. "You'd better speak to my wife with some respect. Otherwise, you really might die here."
"Shaw, can't you see that I love you? What's so great about Laura Lowell? She's the one who stole my life, stole you, stole everything that was supposed to be mine! She's nothing but a common thief."
Yvonne Sloan was thoroughly enraged by Aiden Shaw's blatant favoritism toward Laura Lowell, and her emotions spiraled into an uncontrollable frenzy.
"Steal? Does my wife need to steal?"
Aiden Shaw's voice, colder than ice, and his somber gaze seemed capable of freezing everything around them solid.
