Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
His grin widened, clearly enjoying watching me squirm. "Well, what exactly was that promise?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pretending that he needed clarification.
I clenched my fists in frustration. Could he not see how hard this was for me? He seemed to sense my mounting frustration, and with a quick clap of his hands, he broke the tense silence.
"Very well then," He said, while his mood could be seen shifting visibly. His face, once hardened by stress, now softened, the weight in his eyes lifting. He actually seemed relieved? His entire demeanor changed in an instant. His lips twitched into a genuine smile, one that erased the tension in the room. His posture relaxed, and the usual grumpiness he carried was gone.
"You have made
