No One's POV
In a panic state, Amelia grabbed his hand, trying to pull him into nearby quite place.
The man didn't move. Instead, he jerked his hand back with a violent motion, as if her touch were toxic. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his skin where she had touched him.
Amelia's face burned with insult, but she glared at him, waiting for an answer.
"Recognize me?" he repeated, his voice a low that sent another shiver through her. "Pfft. I ain't dumb like you, Amelia. I move in shadows you couldn't even see."
Ignoring the biting insult, she stepped closer, her eyes darting toward the door in distance.
"Then tell me, what are you doing here? This isn't your territory."
"Hmm," he mused, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he tucked the handkerchief away. "I just thought I'd pay you a visit. But halfway here... I found something much more interesting than you."
He looked toward the direction Vivien had gone, his gaze sharp and predatory.
