Trying my best to keep my face blank, I throw another look at the man standing with his hands behind his back. The stance emphasizes his broad frame as the muscles in his arms strain against the material of his black suit jacket. He’s probably the largest man I’ve ever met. My gaze travels up his wide chest and stops on his face. Sinister. That’s the first word that comes to mind. He’s cleanly shaven, with a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, but it’s not his face or his enormous bulk that makes me want to step back. It’s the things I see in his dark eyes. Hate. Loathing. And barely contained rage. I want to look away, but I can’t. It’s as if his eyes ensnare me and keep me prisoner. If looks could kill, I’m pretty sure I would be dead on the spot.
I make myself nod and finally glance away
