"It's you, wasn't it"
The person spoke in a spiteful way. His eyes are cold as ice, full of rage. His hands gripping the luggage tightened as the veins in his tanned skin became more apparent.
"You are the one who started it" his voice was firm as if he was certain in his reasoning. He clenched his teeth and lowered his eyebrows.
Layla was taken aback by the intensity of hatred and rage in his eyes. That hate, that type of expression she had seen before in her previous life. And both her experience and intuition tell her she might be in danger and needs to get away from that individual.
Her eyes scanned the ground for anything that might serve as a weapon of defense. Her desperate eyes fell onto a small yet sharp-looking pebble near her feet. She quickly but stealthily grabbed it without letting Fred see, and then she tried to get up on her feet, wanting to be on an equal level with the person standing opposite to her.
