LILA'S POV

His cold gaze pins me in place, his lips curling into a half-smirk. But then, his gaze narrowed into mine. His eyes darken as he narrows them at me, his stare turning sharp, cutting.

Brown eyes, filled with something unreadable. Hatred. Loathing. Disdain. And something else I can't name.

He looks at me like I'm nothing. Like I'm just a pathetic object he's acquired, a mere possession. A pet.

The mockery in his eyes tightens the knot in my chest, pressing down on the pain that never truly left. He owns you now, that look says.

I suddenly feel small. Trapped. The walls of his office seem to...