Chapter 182

A stab of pain suddenly shot through his waist, and Gavin couldn’t help but let out a loud grunt. “Ah! Damn it—”

“Damn who exactly?” Emma narrowed her eyes, then without warning, jabbed her knee hard into his leg. As Gavin’s face turned a shade darker, she clapped her hands and backed off a few steps. “You think you can mess with me? Next time I’m carrying scissors. Try anything again and…”

She made a quick, sharp snipping gesture toward his lower half, then coolly turned and headed upstairs.

“Damien, come give me a hand,” Gavin called out, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. He lifted his hand toward Damien with some effort.

Damn that woman. She wasn’t some harmless wildcat—she was a damn tiger.

No warning, and vicious as hell. That temper? A carbon copy of David, that devil of a man who never showed any emotion.

“Serves you right, dude. Walk enough shady paths and you’ll run into a ghost sooner or later.” Damien’s lips curled into a smirk, cle