"Something happened between you and Mr. Howards?" Amon asks hiding his smile. Hearing the old bastard's name, of course, causes Caroline's anger to flare up again.
She snaps her head towards Amon and looks at him fiercely. Anyone can tell that Caroline is burning with fury right now and it is not a good time to speak to her.
But this is Amon. His mortal prey does not intimidate him.
"This has nothing to do with you," she growls in anger and if this was anyone else, they would have apologized and ignored her, but Amon will not have it.
"I might not have anything to do with me, but you don't have to yell. Keep in mind that you are just an acquaintance. I am not your friend. I do not appreciate you raising your voice toward me. I hope you understand," Amon says looking directly into Caroline's eyes.
His gaze, as fierce as a tiger's, digs right into her soul, forcing her into submission.
