Faye Vaughn buried her face in Liam Linden's chest, secretly rotating her right wrist.
'If a fight broke out, she would fire this crossbow and drag Liam away to escape.'
"Don't be afraid." As if guessing her thoughts, Liam Linden gently pressed his palm to the back of her head, stroking it soothingly a few times.
"Mmm," Faye Vaughn responded in a low voice.
The burly thugs stared at Liam Linden and the girl in his arms, then sneered. "You're holding on to her so tight, kid. Is your girlfriend some kind of peerless beauty?"
An impatient look crossed Liam Linden's face. "Are we making this trade or not?" he said, his voice cold and harsh. "If not, I'll find someone else."
The tattooed leader of the group rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What kind of dangerous device did you rig up in that box? Have your girlfriend dismantle it."
