CHAPTER 10

10.

"You little witch!" A thunderous slap landed on Veronica's face. The pain racked her brain and caused her to stagger back.

Fortunately, the gun had landed in a bush quite a good distance away. The man would not be able to reach it.

"Pulling such stunts," the angry man slapped her again. Even after she fell, she tried to crawl away from him yet, he fisted her hair and pulled her back to her feet.

Tears blurred her vision. In the face of death, she felt pain and despair.

Her breaths were shaky, soon, she would faint.

"Help..."

Right then, a familiar silhouette jumped out of the vehicle parked a distance away.

"Veronica!"

Groggily, she moved her eyes in the direction of that familar voice. It was a very furious call but the anger was not directed at her.

"Ethan?" Her breathless whisper slipped out. A dark fearsome look of icy terror clouded his very handsome face. He looked very aggrieved, running towards them.

Even if she despised him, his appearance sent a wave of relief over her.