WILLA’S POV
Gallahan studied my face, his gaze intense and unreadable. He spent a few seconds just staring at me, unmoving against the closed door.
To say it was unnerving would be a big understatement. The way he was looking at me made me want to squirm, as if his eyes were able to poke and prod at me with an incorporeal stick to make me unravel before him.
Finally, he broke his silence and said, “You say that, but you don’t look and sound sure. Why don’t you just jump straight to the biting part?”
My eyes fluttered close as I felt my ire starting to bubble in my blood. I inhaled deeply, trying to muster all my patience that I wasn’t sure I still had. After all, I was already emotionally wrung out from everything that transpired tonight.
And so, I was far from surprised when I found
