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I never knew art could bring about these strong emotions.
“What are you doing here?”
I startle and nearly knock the statue over. I catch it at the last second, my heart nearly splattering on the floor.
Slowly, I turn around to find Landon standing at the entrance, a hand shoved in his pocket and his face a map of colossal darkness.
My eyes fly to the splashes of blood on the collar of his white shirt and a dash of panic slithers its way to the base of my stomach.
“What happened?” I sign and point at his shirt.
He doesn’t even look at it. “You didn’t answer my question, Mia. What are you doing here after you made it perfectly clear that we won’t be meeting on my territory anymore?”
It's not only his territory. It’s mine, too.
Also, what’s with his increasingly somber voice? I wished I was only imagining it earlier, but no. His tone is as dark as the blue pools of his eyes.
It’s been a long time since Landon looked at me with such disapproval.
I realize with a heavy heart that he only looked at me like this after I bathed him in pig blood and he was out for revenge.
Only, now, there’s no trace of his taunting smirk and godlike confidence that can’t even be rivaled by the devil.
“I texted you that I wanted to see the statue. You didn’t reply,” I sign, holding on to my calm by a thread.
“Oh?” He pushes off the wall and an urgent need to run away slaps me in the face. I don’t, though, and choose to stand in the path of the deadly storm.
“So you do know how to text, and here I thought you were ghosting me again.”
I track his deliberate stalking, my heartbeat escalating with each step he takes forward. “I wasn’t.”
“Why not? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet today, because we apparently met our quota, no?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Hmm.”
His voice vibrates close to my face as he stops in front of me. I’m assaulted by the scent of his intoxicating cologne and the ethereal view of his features.
And it’s really not a wise idea to think of him as the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen when he seems to be on the verge of squashing me between his fingers.
“You seem nervous, Mia. Is there a reason for that?”
I shake my head, and for the first time, I’m glad I can’t speak or I would’ve definitely stuttered.
“Let’s try again. Is there something I need to know about?”
My lips tremble as the pressure of his gaze strips me naked, leaving me unprotected when facing the overpowering intensity of his eyes.
Maybe I should confess about Rory. After all, he did talk to him over the phone and it’s not a good idea to pretend nothing happened. If I tell him that I wouldn’t even look in that prick’s direction, he’d believe me.
Right?
Still, I sign, “Something like what?”
“Like this.” He grabs the edge of my scarf and I yelp as he pulls it free.
I slap a hand on the hickey and I know I’ve made a terrible mistake when he clicks his tongue.
