"Wyatt." I tried to whisper in a calm tone, but his cold gaze that bore into me sent shivers down my spine and made my voice shaky.

I bit my lower lip and quickly stood up. I subtly took a glimpse at his face before looking away quickly due to nervousness.

I fiddled with my fingers and gazed in another direction in nervousness due to feeling the cold pressure that exuded from Wyatt's whole being.

My mind began to spurn a variety of thoughts. Why is Wyatt here? Is he here to get me? But is that possible…

"You won't come home if I don't get you, will you?" Wyatt...