Chapter 68

The words in Bellatrix's throat paused the moment she turned, stuck in her throat like a stubborn bile that refused to disappear. Cillian's eyes, those familiar hazel brown ones of his, stared back at her with an amount of silent intensity that made her want to shrink back. However, that was something the past she would have done. Shrink back under his gaze, twiddle nervously with her thumbs, or avoid his gaze. In the past, she would have done all those things, made herself look like an utter idiot, all in the bid to avoid his gaze, those very same eyes that once stared at her with a guy wrenching amount of hatred, now blank But this time around, Bellatrix didn't look away. She didn't shrink back or twiddle with her thumbs. No, she boldly faced him, keeping her gaze locked with his. She didn't speak, didn't make any attempt to. She figured that if she didn't, Cillian would eventually grow tired of this and realize this outrageous attitude of his, was already crossing the line. However,