ROSALIE's POV
The strange look in his eyes made everything more complicated. Even though he dragged me into the room, I didn’t resist. I was always standing up to people, fighting against everyone—even myself—but with him, it was like I had already surrendered. I hadn’t been afraid coming to this terrifying place, yet somehow, the coldness in his gaze made me feel a fear I couldn’t explain.
His office was just as large as the space we had been in before, filled with expensive furniture, almost resembling a grand living room. A massive bookshelf lined one wall, with a large desk in front of it. For a fleeting moment, I imagined him sitting there, reading.
Those deep green eyes of his, his gaze, his very presence—they were poison. You didn’t need to be a genius to see it. But despite that
