Isolde's eyes round, fury blazing from them as they crowd continues to murmur against their selves. Some of them glare at me and curiosity is etched on some of their faces.
My heart rate picks up and I step back a little, pulling my gaze away and letting them settle on Theron's indifferent face. A part of me shatters at his uninterested demeanor, hoping he would at least give me something to hold on to.
If there's one thing to worry about when it comes to Theron, it's his lack of emotions. He likes to wear his expression and feelings on his sleeves and the lack thereof is something to be concerned about because it always signifies something worse than he normally does.
My legs don't move and I'm stuck in place with my eyes not leaving Theron's. My hands becomes clammy and I pull my lips in between my bottom lips, starting to regret my decision.
