Third Person's POV
Someone helped him, pulling out a chair for him. He sat down effortlessly, his movements so fluid it seemed like this was his natural domain.
Theron didn't stop him or speak. He just stood there, one hand in his pocket, gazing down from above. His look was cold, as if examining a corpse that hadn't fully cooled yet.
He stared at James for a long time, so long that the air grew colder. So long that James could feel his spine tingle, as if his skin were being peeled away inch by inch. His heartbeat faltered.
"Alpha Theron… please, have a seat. You first." James finally rose, forcing a smile.
Theron's voice was slow and deliberate, quiet yet sharp as an ice blade. "Mr. Calloway, your standing there… surprises me."
His fingertips tapped lightly on the tabletop. "I've b
