They change or I go, was the unspoken demand hanging in the air.
You can hear a pin drop in the sudden cloying silence. Everyone could no longer pretend to not focusing on that side of the room.
The man who was still under the pressure of Anastasia's unrelenting stare was starting to nervously blot the sweat on his forehead. "Of course, we don't want you to feel unwell. Um, well, there is…" he started stammering as he looked around for someone to save him from his dire situation.
Everyone started looking anywhere but at him, fearing catching his gaze might put them on the hot seat instead.
Kiera thought any sane person would only care for themselves at this point and do anything but look for attention. Unfortunately, not everyone in the room had a functioning self-preservation instinct.
