He turned, his mismatched eyes locking onto mine. But this wasn’t the man I thought I knew. Gone was the casual warmth, the cheesy grin that had disarmed me so many times before. In their place was something regal, commanding—a presence that filled the room and left no doubt as to who he was.
“Thank the moon, my life is finally going to be filled with luck again,” I stayed still as I could hear my Will speaking to me again.
He tried to walk to me, but I took a step back, stopping him. As he used to, with a frightened and sad expression, he rose his hands in defeat and said in a broken voice:
“I will not move an inch, pun intended.”
His lame joke made me break into a small giggle until a man walked in and spoke, “Your ma—”
A growl erupted in the room that made me snap into looking at W
