Mia Grant stared intently at the door, her heart pounding like a drum.
She steadied herself with one hand on a cabinet, while her other hand reached for the vase sitting on top of it.
The moment the person pushed the door open, Mia Grant summoned all her strength, gripped the vase, and swung it viciously at their head.
"What the—?"
A familiar Beijing accent rang out, punctuated by a choice curse word.
The man caught the vase steadily. Before he could even get a clear look at the room, a dark figure suddenly collapsed toward him.
Yates Donovan quickly tossed the vase aside and caught the falling figure, holding her securely in his arms.
'Ahh, so cool.'
Mia Grant closed her eyes, letting herself lean against him, greedily absorbing the cool aura radiating from his body.
She tried to soothe her agitated nerves.
The entryway light was off, so Yates Donovan could only make out Mia Grant's face by the light spilling in from the hallway.
