Serene'S POV
I stood rigid, my back to them, my heart battering against the constricting binder beneath my shirt. Every primal instinct screamed for me to flee, to pretend I had not heard his command, to run and never look back. But my legs had turned to stone.
Slowly, with the grim resignation of someone walking a plank, I turned to face them.
Max’s piercing green eyes swept over me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch, making my skin prickle beneath the heavy wool of my suit. He had not moved from his indolent pose, his legs still propped on Kaelon’s desk, but his relaxed posture was a lie. His gaze was pure, focused predation.
“Mr. Carrow,” he said, his voice a smooth, annoyingly sensual baritone. “Do not let me interrupt. What did you need from Kaelon?”
I opened my mo
