Kian

His eyes were dark, coated with a silent fury—the type that threatened not to leave me unscathed if I opened my mouth to speak or even step forward. 

He stared at me like someone who was silently plotting, tension swirling in the air around us. 

I couldn’t even think. 

All I could focus on was the pounding of my heart in my chest and the big boost of confidence that slowly evaporated. 

When he drew his hand out of his pocket and stretched it to me, my heart had almost leaped out of my throat. No. My life flashed before my eyes. 

I thought he wanted to draw out...