Serena’s POV
I couldn't help the tension that twisted my insides into a hot aching mess. I sat in the same chair Adrian had placed me in the night before, my eyes unable to meet his. I focused on a particular spot on my lap, my hands playing with the fabric.
“Look at me, Serena,” he said coldly. I raised my eyes to meet his, despite the evident shiver that crawled down my spine. I didn't see rage swirling in his eyes, and that was even worse. He looked at me calmly, a mix of amusement and intrigue dancing in his orbs.
“Why were you late?” he asked calmly as he leaned back against his seat, his hands playing with a weird-looking pen.
“I—I was running behind on time,” I answered dumbly, what I said didn't make sense but I was too tense to come up with something better. I felt a thin,
