Celine's POV
"What was that for?"
Kelvin's voice is cold, and so is his look, with his eyes like a predator.
Celine, RUN!
Count to three...
My mind is thrown into a ball of chaos, and I'm helplessly spiraling in a futile circle.
"I don't know what you mean," I say, with a tone as flat as his, and ripped of emotions as his. I'm not about to give a scared kitten vibe and make him prey on me.
If there's something that I've learned about predators, is that when their prey appears scared with their tails in between their thighs, and purring softly. When you go hard on them, the shocker effect gives the orey an edge and maybe freedom too.
"Why was my brother looking at me in such a mean way?" He asks, advancing towards me.
"Exactly, he," I say, quite provoked. "He looked at you,
