MESSIAH JORDY'S POV
Arlo pushed open the revolving door and I walked in, with him trailing behind me. His hand rested firmly on my lower back as he guided me to a table.
"Have a seat." He pulled out a seat for me and I slid in. He walked to the seat facing mine and sat down too.
"Why is there no one here?" I asked him, looking around. This is one of the most famous eateries in the Pack. But strangely, no one was there. And it was noon.
"I rented the place for an hour. We need privacy." Arlo replied, still giving me that stare. The same one I woke up to and has had me fidgety all day.
"Stop looking at me like that." I couldn't keep it in anymore. The stare made me vulnerable and tense. I hated it.
"Like what?"
"Like that. With those hooded eyes drilling holes in my body. Watching my
