"Stella?" Victor called out calmly, despite the unmistakable aura of murderous intent radiating from her. His voice was composed, as though the dangerous energy she was giving off was nothing but a passing breeze.
But it wasn't Victor who was the real source of that seething rage...it was Stella herself, overtaken by the storm of her emotions.
Victor's eyes swept over the restaurant. The others were frozen in their seats, terror etched on their faces. He smirked inwardly as his gaze returned to the furious Stella before him. 'Small and cute, but a jealous woman is always dangerous,' he thought, shaking his head slightly.
He gently took her hand, his touch light but firm, "Stella," he murmured, his voice soothing, "calm down."
Her eyes flickered, her brows knitting together as she came back to herself, 'Damn it! I let my feelings get the better of me again,' she chastised herself, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
