Too Late for Forgiveness
They were filled with a violent, chilling intensity that startled her.
However, his expression was calm the next moment, as if that frightening demeanor had been nothing but her imagination.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing… Mr. Quade, don't let it bother you. They clearly aren't decent people. Just think of it as bad luck, like getting bitten by a dog on your way out."
Wilson half-smiled as his deep gaze rested on her face. Then, he said in an enigmatic tone, "Yeah, my luck's bad, but theirs is pretty good today."