The man turned around, his face expressionless. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome; though his features were deep and well-defined, he was not as striking as Capone. He lacked the wildness and nobility, but had an air of composure and sophistication.
As time flowed and the glamour faded, she couldn't discern what kind of life the man before her had led to achieve such maturity at a young age.
He waved Penny out, isolating Sophia in the large, intimidating room, leaving only her, him, and a piano.
"Play the piece from earlier again, as an apology."
Lucas spoke as if he were making a suggestion, but his tone left no room for refusal.
Sophia clenched her fists and retreated to the door, her throat feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to speak.
No matter how much she mentally prepared herself or how determined she was, facing this sudden, dominant, and dangerous man made her instinctively want to flee.
