Chapter 40 Seventeen Shayne

At the moment of grave danger, Cecelia could not help but call out for William Sandler. Though what she had not expected, was for someone to respond to her plea for help. “Release her.” A sultry voice akin to that of William's sounded in the dark, and in her state of agitation and fear, Cecelia had believed that William was here to save her. The fact that the sun had long set across the horizon and all Cecelia could see was the faint silhouette from afar of a man not unlike William only furthered her belief that William had come. “Is that you, pretty boy?” Cecelia Shayne asked, tears glistening in her eyes. “Come quick and save me, please, pretty boy.” Neither did the sketchy man expect someone to respond. The man’s gaze darkened as he assessed the distance between them and their new arrival, and he decided to grab Cecelia and make a run for it. Only for a pebble to be thrown at the back of his head two steps into his escape. “Ow…” The sketchy man went into a fit of rag