Chapter 122

Cecilia's pov I noticed his eyes growing even more terrifying as we faced each other. What was with his mood today? Was he this upset just because I mistook his dinner for a date? Seriously? His gaze was pure ice, promising a world of trouble. I didn't stick around to find out. I headed for the door, wanting to draw his fire away from the others. He followed close behind, his slow, deliberate steps making me feel like a condemned woman. I heard Levan's worried call and Harper's dismissive reply, followed by the sound of a light smack. Once in the hallway, I tried to turn, but his hand on my back guided me firmly into an elevator. The doors slid shut. I tried to move away. His arm locked around my waist, pulling me back. "Relax," he murmured, his voice dangerously low. "You're not going anywhere." I glared at him, but he just stared ahead, his expression unreadable, his eyes holding a blizzard of unspoken fury. When we reached our floor, he led me out and toward his room. The door opene