"What do you think you're doing?"
The words were cold, sharp, and utterly commanding.
Darius's hand stopped mid-reach, and he turned with a snarl, ready to tear apart whoever dared to interrupt him.
But before he could say a word, Happy felt herself being tugged backward, pulled away from the monster's reach.
She looked up in shock to see that someone was shielding her.
A beautiful woman with golden hair tied up in an elegant bun, her blue eyes blazing with cold fury.
It was Isabelle, who had noticed the commotion through the video-surveillance system that was set up all around the mansion exactly for moments like this and arrived on time.
Happy looked up at her in pure admiration. This woman was like an angel who had descended from the heavens to save her.
Darius, meanwhile, was furious. His plans had been interrupted, his prey stolen from right under his nose.
But he held back his rage, forcing a smile onto his face.
