Mila's POV
Angel's eyes became dark and hooded as they wandered endlessly on me, it was like he was trying to piece together an odd puzzle in his head and he was not going to stop until he figured it out.
Quivering under his fiery gaze, I shifted my weight from one side to the other, desperately trying to find a comfortable composure, but I knew that was never going to be impossible.
The look in his eyes was so fierce that I knew if I didn't do or say something, it would look suspicious to the others.
"Good day Mr Harris," I mumbled out with shaky lips, trying to break him out of whatever trance he was in.
But, Angel didn't respond, he just continued staring at me with a stern expression on his face as his body became tense. Even more, he soon clenched his fist into a ball as if he was ready to attack. His balled fist was so tight that I could see his veins pop and that was when I knew that it would only take a miracle to stop what was coming.
