Lily chuckled nervously, adjusting her dress to steady herself. “Who wouldn’t be scared of the devil? That man’s no saint. If you so much as cross Emily the wrong way, he’ll skin you alive. Just looking at him gives me goosebumps.”
Liam swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety.
Leaning closer, Lily glanced around cautiously before lowering her voice to a whisper. “Let me tell you something else.”
Liam leaned in, curiosity mixed with dread.
“Do you know,” Lily said gravely, her tone dripping with suspense, “he killed two men with his own hands. Made it look like wild animals tore them apart. No one dared question him. That’s the kind of man he is.”
Liam’s face turned pale as her words sank in.
Seeing his reaction, Lily smirked and patted his shoulder lightly. “Just a little warning. You wouldn’t want to end up on his bad side.”