As if my legs moved independently, I stood up from my chair.
“C-Christian?” I called out, prepared to make my way over. Before I could take a step, Luca wrapped his hand around my wrist and brought his lips to my ears.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He whispered. “Just sit down while you still can.”
There was no need to repeat that sentence a second time as I followed his instructions and sat down as he told me to.
My eyes searched for an explanation as I looked at the three, but they didn’t give me any attention.
“Ah, Chrissie!” Berto snapped his fingers. “Our guest for today!”
For a split second, Christian turned around to look at me, but it was not a look of love. It was a look of disappointment and pity. His eyes were saying. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here.
Was he angry?
Of course, he was. He must’ve been pissed, and rightfully so.
