Chapter 7

I got up to one knee, stamping my other foot on the floor with a low thud. My head hung low, and I allowed my bangs to hide my blood-stained eyes. But the second I caught a clear glimpse of the scar-faced man, a dark chuckle escaped the depths of my throat. He whirled around, his boots grinding on shattered glass. "What the fuck do you think you're laughing at?" I slowly lifted my head. The blood on my face gleamed ominously under the light. As soon as the man's eyes landed on me, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. His face turned as white as a sheet, like he'd seen a ghost. "M-Ms. Stanford? Why are you here?" he squeaked, his voice trembling. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground. The hall fell into yet another deathly silence. Irena's smug smile froze at once. Meanwhile, Jasper and Leonard stared at me in sheer disbelief, stunned. I shook off the bodyguards' grip and wiped the blood from my face. My gaze was as cold as steel as I looked the scarred man in the eyes.