She could feel it. He was angry.
And it wasn't just a little bit of anger.
Even though she didn't think she'd done anything wrong.
But this man was beyond reasoning with.
Onstage, Howie saw that their entire group couldn't take down a single opponent. He yelled to Chad, who was managing the lights backstage. Then, Howie leaped off the stage as Chad rushed out from behind it.
Some men can take on a hundred opponents without breaking a sweat.
Especially when he was angry. The guys who rushed him were just cannon fodder.
For every man who came at him, one went down, left with either a broken arm or a broken leg.
Right after he watched Howie and Chad get knocked to the ground, with a sharp CLICK, the hall lights switched on.
The man stood in the center, a stark contrast to the henchmen groaning on the floor. His clothes weren't even a little disheveled, and his gaze was utterly cold.
Phoebe Faulkner was scared. Scared to death.
