Mabel's POV
Landon stood completely still with both hands locked away in his pockets, his eyes bloodshot and his jaw clenched.
He looked like someone possessed by a demon and for the first time since I met him, I found him intimidating.
There was unspoken tension in the air from the anger radiating from his body.
My back leaned hard against the door, as if to merge my body with it.
“Don't come closer,” I warned. My voice came out pathetic rather than imposing, despite my effort to keep it steady.
He approached steadily, unfazed by my warning as though my voice was an encouragement to close in.
This Landon looked different, he looked nothing like the Landon who would bicker with me.
To be honest, at this point, I preferred the former one.
“Don't come any closer or you'll get hurt
