The scarred man threw a dismissive glance at Selina. "I don't want her anymore. I'll go with this," he said, rising to his feet.
Noah gave him a collaborative smile. "Have a nice day."
The scarred man said nothing more and left, his men trailing behind with their precious cargo in hand.
That usual amicable expression clinging to his face gradually melted into an intense stare, fixed on the retreating men until they disappeared from sight.
Through clenched teeth, Noah gave a hiss. "I promised myself not to get involved in dirty work, and here I am," he murmured, just beyond Selina's hearing, his voice tinged with self-reproach.
After remaining quiet the whole time, Selina finally pulled herself together once she felt safe from those scary men's absence. She felt her body heavy with gratitude toward this young man who saved her from a nightmare.
