Cecilia's pov
I noticed his eyes growing even more terrifying as we faced each other.
What was with his mood today? Was he this upset just because I mistook his dinner for a date?
Seriously?
His gaze was pure ice, promising a world of trouble.
I didn't stick around to find out. I headed for the door, wanting to draw his fire away from the others.
He followed close behind, his slow, deliberate steps making me feel like a condemned woman.
I heard Levan's worried call and Harper's dismissive reply, followed by the sound of a light smack.
Once in the hallway, I tried to turn, but his hand on my back guided me firmly into an elevator. The doors slid shut. I tried to move away.
His arm locked around my waist, pulling me back. "Relax," he murmured, his voice dangerously low. "You're not
