In a rare moment of unspoken understanding, Annabelle Linton and Leona Grant met each other's eyes. They both switched off their flashlights and stood silently to the side.
Leona Grant seized the opportunity to grab Annabelle Linton's hand.
Her hand was cool to the touch, her bones delicate yet distinct, and her fingers long and slender.
Lacing their fingers together felt just as deeply satisfying as it had the previous times.
A faint smile played on Leona Grant's lips.
Annabelle Linton felt Leona Grant's grip and struggled, trying to make him let go.
But Leona Grant had no intention of obliging. He tightened his grip, refusing to let her act up.
The more she struggled, the tighter he held on, gripping her fast to remind her just who she belonged to!
Annabelle Linton couldn't break free. She wanted to curse at him but was afraid of alerting whoever was approaching, so she didn't dare make a sound. Instead, she used her other hand to forcefully pry his fingers off hers.
