Bomb leaned over, his reflection in the mirror studying Anna intently. His eyes, though small, seemed to pierce right through her, radiating an unspoken threat. "Three attackers?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "You don't look hurt. How'd you get out?"
Anna lowered her gaze, shaking her head slightly. "It's all thanks to that man who happened to be around me at that time. Otherwise, I'd really be dead, Bomb."
His smile never reached his eyes—just a slight lift of the corners that didn't quite connect with any genuine emotion. "A man? Who was he? Must be someone extraordinary to take on three guys like that!"
Carefully, Anna began applying her makeup, twisting her lipstick with practiced precision. "I'll introduce him another day. But you know me—I'm always switching men to
