Chapter 50

Alexi gazes at me for a long pause, then softy exhales and glances down to break eye contact, eyebrows dipping further, and for a second, he looks weary and almost human… A slight lowering of his infernal armour to show something real. I stay rooted to my spot, cradling my odd gifts against my chest and can’t look away from him.

So much tension sizzling in the air.

“Do you think I would give you half my club if I intended to hurt you again?” He doesn’t look me in the eyes this time, focusing on his desk as he leans down and flattens his palm on the surface where I took a massive chunk out of the wood by throwing the gun on it, but he doesn’t seem annoyed. He rests on his arms and leans forward, losing that intimidation in this casual stance, and I loosen my hold on the bundle in my arms.

I don’t know why, but the change in atmosphere and the way he’s acting lower my guard too, and for once, I feel like we have ourselves a truly honest conversation—Without malice.