[Rescue]
Dark clouds and thunder loomed over our table as the women opposite me were murdering me with their glares.
I shook my head a little. "No need." Then I pointed at a painting near the bar. "Mind if I take a look at that for a moment?"
Zhander took a quick glance at the direction where I was pointing before he locked eyes with me. "Alright."
"Well then everyone, I'll be right back," I said and approached the painting that caught my attention from the moment we entered the club.
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Zhander's eyes followed Leanna as she strode in the direction of the painting. When she was engrossed studying it, he retracted his eyes and shifted his attention to Knoll.
"You, let's talk for a moment," he said, voice hard as he walked in the direction of the bar, leaving the others behind. Often, his eyes took a peek at Leanna's direction.
Knoll trembled beyond his control. Cold sweat tickled his back and palms. Zhander's anger knocked any courage left in him.
