Chapter 119. Lives for a Life

Eliana

My heart pounded in my chest. The room seemed to have become void of oxygen. The man dragged a chair and sat on it, his eyes never leaving my face. It was as if he was searching for something.

What could he possibly find on my face? God, was this how I was going to die? He had not made any move yet—didn’t have to. It was going to be an easy kill. There was no way I was going to fight him, let alone win.

“I appreciate silence, but I expect an answer when I ask a question.”

Goodness, could this day get any worse? I had never heard such authority in a voice before. His voice was low, yet commanding.

“I—”

Words failed me. My eyes fixed on the scar at the side of his face. A thin, long scar that appeared to be a cut wound, starting a little too close to his ear and ending at the corner of his eye. Eyes as remarkably intense as Scott’s, blue-grey orbs.

For once, I was grateful for the security. Without thinking twice, I screamed as l