Chantelle became nervous and had no choice but to face him. But they were too close to the edge, and Trenton clearly wanted to push her down. Struggling to fight him, she missed a step and nearly fell.
"What's wrong? Weren't you ready to die with me today? I'll make that happen," Trenton said with a twisted smile again. "I wonder what your man will think when he sees us die together." He grabbed Chantelle's hand and jumped without a second thought.
The strong wind roared in her ears. Chantelle didn't want to die with him.
She pulled out the dagger hidden at her side and stabbed his arm hard.
"You're such a fool. So easy to provoke and you always lose your temper," Trenton said, brushing her nose with his fingers. There was a strange look of satisfaction in his eyes.
Chantelle felt like she must have been blind.
Her body suddenly stopped falling when a thin golden thread wrapped around her waist. Chantelle's eyes lit up.
It was Lone Wolf.
