There was no simple way to explain the chill I felt and was feeling right now. It wasn't like that normal chill you feel, with goosebumps on your skin. It was the type of chill that crawled up your spine slowly. The kind of chill that triggered your fight or flight instinct, and right now, it was triggered.

The look in Leonardo’s eyes could only be described as dangerous, and I didn't know why he was looking at me like that, but I didn't want to find out.

I held his eyes as I walked backward, and his eyebrows furrowed. I kept walking slowly, then picked up the pace, and...