Author's POV
Julian's face had clouded thoroughly. His brows were knit together, hands folded into fists. He stared at Elena with rage she had never seen before. His heavy breathing terrified her. Things already looked like they weren't going her way.
He moved his chair back, the sound of the rolling tires was the only other sound. He stood up and walked around the expanse of the wide table. Elena's breath caught in her throat in fear and wonder at what he was going to do.
His body rested on the table, eyes unmoving. He cleared his throat and said, “What exactly gave you this idea?"
Elena's brows furrowed in confusion. She had no idea what the question meant exactly. “I don't understand," she said simply.
He nodded, his hands stroked the small stubble on his jaw. Not once did he
