Renzo leaned back against the pillows, his icy blue eyes darkening as he locked his gaze onto Lyra. He didn't look like an injured patient anymore; he looked like a predator staring at something delicious it was planning to eat. There was a heavy, intoxicating hunger in his expression that made the air in the tiny bedroom feel thick and suffocatingly hot.
Lyra stood frozen by the doorway, her mobile phone still held loosely in her hand. She looked completely confused by the sudden, intense shift in his demeanor. Her black eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to process the strange look he was giving her, completely unaware of the corporate strings he had just pulled behind her back.
"Why are you looking at me like I'm a side dish?" Lyra muttered, shaking her head to break the sudden tension
