Chapter 41
ARLAN BARDOT
I sat back in my chair, watching my friend.
The expressions on his face were changing so fast that I was finding it so hard to understand everything all at once.
Shock, sadness, anger, frustration, more anger, protectiveness, determination, even more anger.
But at the end of the day, the look that settled on his face was one that threatened to kill me, one that promised hell and many horrible things to come.
"What did you just say?" He growled at me, eyes turning dark and narrowing at me at the same time.
If looks could kill.
That was the vibe I got from him, it was so foreign to me that I was shocked for a moment. I had always been the perfect one, the only one that received smiles and gasps of awe and appreciation and even sometimes jealousy, but they never looked as malicious as the look on my friend's face at that moment.
