The tension in the cabin was so thick that even a knife couldn't cut through it. Aria's eyes keeps moving back and forth between Ryan's darkened face and Samuel's smug one.
Ryan's jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed into slits while Samuel on the other hand was smirking. His broad shoulders were relaxed but his posture was in a stance, ready for a fight.
Aria's could feel the aura radiating from Ryan but Samuel's nonchalant attitude only added to her growing unease.
"Guys, stop" Samuel's grin widened at Aria as she tried to stop their glaring contest . "What's the matter, sweetheart? Can't handle a little banter?"
Ryan's face darkened further, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're pushing your luck, Samuel," Ryan warned, his deep voice low and menacing.
Samuel's grin never wavered. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," he replied with sarcasm.
