My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 129

Dale took his hand away, and leaned down to kiss Willow. Just as his lips were about to touch hers...

Bam! The door to the storage room was kicked open violently.

As the sound reverberated through the room, Dale turned back to look, and saw the silhouette of a powerfully built man, outlined in the doorway. The man surged into the room.

Before he could identify the intruder, Dale was suddenly seized by the collar and thrown aside, so hard that he crashed against the wall.

He hit the wall with his back, so that a grunt of pain issued from his mouth, followed by a spray of blood.

Black leather shoes caught the light from outside as the intruder stepped up to him, and kicked him so hard that he slammed against the other wall, and then crumpled to the ground amid the rest of the trash in the storage room. Dale coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Through her panic and terror, Willow realized that someone had pulled Dale off of her. Scrambling madly to her feet, she made a desperate dash for the open doorway.

She'd barely made it two steps before someone grabbed hold of her arm.

Caught in the grip of sheer terror, she whipped around and sank her teeth into the man's shoulder, so hard that her jaw quivered.

She had to get away! She didn't want this! She couldn't let this happen to her!

to get out of here, get help from

years ago, the exact same misfortune had befallen her, and to this day she continued to be traumatized by the experience of that horrible night. It often came back to her unbidden, choking her with the remembered fear, and making it hard

stood there, with Willow's teeth biting deep into his shoulder like iron nails. With heroic willpower and incredible pain tolerance, he

he observed the way that Willow was biting

like that storm-wracked night,

finally recognized Willow as the same woman from

been carved into his memories. He'd

that moment all over

he'd longed for it so much, for

identified herself to

at her with deep, dark eyes, as fathomless

strength into that attack and now her jaw felt sore and numb... but the man's grip on her arm hadn't even faltered in

she kicked him. "Let

nimbly dodged her kick, but also released

at last, Willow made a

right behind her, grabbing hold of her shoulders to force her to a

Let go of me!" Panicked, terrified, and hysterical, Willow fought and clawed

Willow Nason. It's me." Jasper spun her around by

Willow's tormented heart leaped.

up and saw, through her tears of frightened confusion, the handsome and noble face of Jasper