Scott Vaughn stared blankly at the cleaver just inches from his face. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He was shocked that the blade had suddenly stopped. When he looked up, he saw something even more astonishing.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Aurora Sterling's slender frame had somehow appeared in front of him. Even more incredibly, she had raised her two thin arms, each hand gripping the arm of a thug who had been swinging a cleaver at him.
The stark contrast between her delicate arms and the thugs' brawny ones created the illusion that Aurora's arms could snap at any moment.
However, the two tall men swinging the cleavers now had faces twisted in agony and rage. They gritted their teeth, clearly using all their strength to try and bring their blades down.
But it was all in vain. Their arms were held in an iron grip, unable to move an inch.
