Chapter 8: Dumplings and a Death trap.
The shock sent her heart into overdrive, and she froze, too stunned to scream at first. Before she could react, big, strong hands spun her around, firm but not rough. She opened her mouth to shout, but then the glass visor of the helmet was lifted.
Her heart, which had been hammering wildly, instantly calmed when she saw the face behind the helmet. It was Cavier.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she yelled, punching him in the shoulder. “I could’ve had a heart attack! I thought I was being kidn*pped!”
He only laughed, his deep voice rich with amusement. “You should’ve seen your face,” he teased, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
Cielle glared at him, her hands on her hips, and her brows knitted together in an unamused scowl. “That’s no
