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!

of here,

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,

teeth biting deep into his shoulder like iron nails. With heroic willpower and incredible pain

that Willow was biting him with all her might, her whole body trembling from the

was just like that storm-wracked night, five

same woman from that night five years ago, who'd bitten him inside that

carved into his

like reliving that moment

touch... he'd longed for it so much,

Willow bit him, she'd identified herself to Jasper as his favorite

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

kicked him. "Let

her kick, but also released

at last, Willow made a break for

grabbing hold of her shoulders to

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

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

Willow's tormented heart leaped.

her tears of frightened confusion,