Elaina
The air shifted immediately. A heavy, forceful silence enveloped the room. Monica’s lips froze before she could utter a word, her eyes etched with pure fear as the towering figure stepped in.
I swallowed an invisible lump. Every beat of my heart slammed into my chest like a hammer. The room seemed to shrink around his masculine body as he moved forward.
His eyes, sharp and commanding without the need of words, sweep across the room. And then, that voice that haunted me in my sleep rumbled softly as he spoke.
“Well, well,” he drawled, and I wanted to shrink under the scrutiny of his emerald gaze. “Did I misheard, or is a stranger trying to convince another of trustworthiness?”
Monica stiffened beside me like a dough in harmattan season. She twitched her hands nervously like a
