ELLA
Something behind his gaze shifted, something dangerous and unreadable.
He smiled.
It was the worst thing he could’ve done.
It wasn’t a kind smile. It was hard, cruel, and cold. It was the kind of smile someone gives right before pulling the trigger.
He ran his tongue over his teeth but didn't say a word to me.
He turned toward the door, unlocked it, and opened it just wide enough to speak to someone outside.
I couldn’t see who.
“Bring the car around. Back entrance. Now.”
He shut the door again and turned back to me, his gaze slicing through every inch of my being.
“You’re going to walk out of this building with me, Ella,” he said. “And you’re going to smile. You’re going to wave at the nice officers who smiled and nodded when I walked in, and you’re going to act like noth
