Under normal circumstances, Heather wouldn't show it, but at this moment, as fragile as a paper doll, seeing his face that had brought her so much pain, fear surged from deep within her heart.
This familiar feeling hadn't occurred for a very, very long time.
The last time she felt this way was over ten years ago.
Indeed, Night Hawk thought so too.
He hadn't seen Heather like this for a long time in his memory.
He had thought that, with time, she had slowly stopped fearing him. But those eyes looking to escape like a wounded animal told him that she hadn't stopped fearing him, but had hidden that fear deep inside her, locked away.
Until this moment, it was unlocked again.
So, after a few seconds of daze, his expression didn't change, as he called her, just like before: "Girl, come here."
Dust-covered memories surged like a spring, breaking out of that black box in her heart, all rushing to her mind.
