ELLA.
I turned around slowly, and it was indeed him—Lurgard.
His hands tucked inside his trouser pockets, his sharp emerald eyes fixed directly on me with dark intensity.
But somehow, that wasn't even the most shocking part.
What I truly hadn't expected was the fact that all three of them were staring directly at me the moment I turned.
Oh my!
How exactly was I supposed to escape from all three of them now?
"Answer him, Theresa!" Lawrence said sharply from behind Lurgard.
His face was flushed with anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides like he was barely holding himself back from exploding completely.
"Why weren't you picking your calls?" he demanded again.
The irritation in his voice was impossible to miss.
And honestly, from the looks on all their faces, I could already tell they were seconds away from losing whatever little patience they had left.
