I know that look.
That bone-chilling, soul-pinching look that feels like the barrel of a gun pressing into the back of your head.
It’s the same look I got yesterday, right before a gun was pressed to my f*****g temple.
I don’t know why Maximus Sterling is looking at me, and I don’t even think I want to start imagining why.
So I try to act natural, focus on my conversation with my best friend. However, I can sense the exact moment Roman notices that I’m being watched.
And now, he’s in a f*****g death-stare contest with his father.
“Did something happen?” I murmur to Roman. Lena’s brows draw together in confusion because she thinks I’m talking to her. But I’m not.
I’m looking right at her while talking to Roman.
“Happen where?” she asks. I shake my head slightly, taking a sip of my d
