LILA'S POV
Cold brown eyes assess me, stripping me down to nothing with a single stare. This-this is what Anna warned me about. If looks could kill, I'd be a f*****g corpse right now.
My legs feel unsteady, but I hold his gaze anyway. Brave? Stupid? Maybe both. But if there's one thing I refuse to do, it's cower. They say never show weakness, because the moment you do, people will stomp all over it.
He tilts his head slightly, the first movement he's made since I stepped inside. Aside from pinning me with those murderous eyes, of course.
"Wrong outfit, Princess."
His voice is deceptively soft. And that last word? Princess?
Well, that's f*****g new.
I didn't flinch. I didn't let his words charm me. Instead, I'm glaring at him. Challenging him. "I'm here to work, not to be your pet."
