Silence filled the room. It was when Maxen's foot tapped on the rubber mat that brought back the atmosphere to life. The longer he tapped his foot, the louder it got.
His eyes as clear as the sky darkened like the Cerulean Sea. It held a depth that promised nothing but mayhem to whoever dared lock gazes with him.
That's what exactly Lance Go did. He peered up and his eyes dilated when it locked with Maxen's piercing stare and it made him flinch in his seat.
"Just nod your head. You don't have a choice anyway," Maxen said and shrugged. "And if you lie, just so you know, that guy is a neophyte, so the chances of him pulling your fingernails is more painful than how I did it earlier."
Olivia gasped, her hand squeezed Maxen's arm and she whispered to his ears, "Can I try it first?"
Pinching her chin, Maxen shook it. "Leave it to the professionals, baby. Just ask whatever question you like."
