"I looked at him because he was looking at me."
Octavian's jaw tightens, just slightly.
"Where did he go?"
"Through that door, I think," I say, pointing in the direction he went.
He doesn't say anything, just steps past me.
I follow before I can stop myself.
"Octavian."
"Stay here."
"Like hell I am."
He doesn't slow down.
We reach the door, and I realize its a service door.
Octavian opens the door and walks in, his hand hovering near his jacket where I know he keeps his gun.
I stay outside, my pulse thrumming in my ears.
A few seconds later, Octavian comes back out.
"He's gone?" I ask.
He nods.
"He was watching you since we came back in."
"People watch me all the time."
"Not like that."
He turns to face me, his dark eyes sharp.
"You need to tell me if something's happening."
"Nothing's happening."
"Don't lie to Keira," he says, coming close to me.
The air between us goes tense and electric.
I cross my arms, refusing to back down.
"I'm not lying. I don't know who he was. But I'll find out."
"We'll find out," he says. His voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge to it that makes my breath catch.
"Also, you don't get to pull people into corners and have quiet conversations," he continues, stepping closer.
"She works for me, and if I have a question to ask about the event, I'm going to ask her," I say.
His jaw tightens, his eyes searching mine.
