Chapter 427 Today You Die

• His lightning-fast sidestep—and the iron grip with which he seized her calf—were the only things that saved him from crippling ruin. Behind the gold mask, Walter's handsome face darkened to an inky storm; lethal intent pooled in his eyes like black ice.
• A grown man with legs that skinny—disgusting.
• With a sickening crack, he wrenched her captured leg, snapping bone as easily as breaking a dry twig. Stephanie hissed through her teeth. Pale but unbowed, she swallowed the agony, twisted at the waist, and hammered a fist into the hollow of his chest.