"M..." and she couldn't get out any more. Anthony let go of her face instantly. He jumped back on his feet and paced. I, on the other hand, watched transfixed as he scratched his face, thoughtfully.
"Why do you think they want to know about you?" He directed his question towards me, clearly forgetting about the person I was pinning to the floor.
"I don't know." Something flashed in his eyes, and I didn't like it one bit, but he didn't meet my eyes after that. He focused solely on Cienna, who was gasping for air.
"We'll have to find out, then." The calculating look didn't leave his eyes.
"Don't," I whispered. It almost sounded like a plea. I didn't know what I was asking for, but he seemed to snap out of his thoughtful stupor and look directly into my eyes. This time he had no residual coldness that was present a few seconds ago.
"Don't what?" he asked, as expected. At that moment, I suddenly realized what I was asking him not to do.
