"So, we're even."
Even?
Thomas Shannon was almost infuriated by this comment, feeling like he might cough up blood. Calling Lucifer "dear" was so easy, but calling him was so difficult?
Noticing the man's angered face closing in on her, Sophie Sullivan plunged into his embrace, "Thomas Shannon, it's thundering."
After the lightning, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in their ears.
Boom—
Sophie Sullivan hid in his embrace, her body trembling slightly. Thomas Shannon pretended to pull her away, "Who am I to you for you to throw yourself into my arms like this?"
"Thomas Shannon, don't touch me." Sophie Sullivan tightly held onto his lean waist, refusing to let go.
"First, tell me who I am to you. No answer, no hug."
"Thomas Shannon."
"Hmm?"
"You are Thomas Shannon."
"Who is Thomas Shannon to you?" Thomas Shannon placed a hand on her head, gently caressing it, with a coaxing tone, "Tell me, who is Thomas Shannon to you?"
"..."
