Intense.
That was perhaps the only word that Zac could use as he watched as James very slowly pulled out a seat for Riley. His bald head may absorb all of the light in the room, but the tone of his voice was anything but bright.
His eyes were clear, and so was the reflection on them—and it only showed Riley.
"I prefer to be civilized. Let us talk about my son's death in a calm and reasonable manner, Lord Riley."
Calm? Perhaps that was a word that could be used to describe the tone of James's voice. But hear deeper, and you would see the seething rage seeping through the gaps of his perfect teeth. The collar around his neck did not help dissipate what kind of person James truly is—he was a criminal; violent and problematic.
