Neither Naz or Beni were reacting to it, though, and I copied their body language. I stood taller, squared my shoulders, and hoped my face looked as blank as theirs.
“Alvaro,” Beni whispered to Naz.
Naz only nodded.
I guessed Alvaro was the prisoner’s name.
Naz entered the room first, and Beni gave me a light push to the back to go ahead of him. They were sandwiching me in again.
As soon as we entered, Leandro got to his feet. He raised a hand at Naz and started shouting. Naz raised a hand to him, and they started shouting at each other. The entire time, the man at the table, Alvaro, stared at me.
So. Fucking. Awkward.
Heat crept from my feet and went straight to my cheeks. Not because he was giving me warm feelings, but because my body seemed to be trying to run off the chill he was sending down my spine.
As a woman, I’d been in many situations where my gut told me something wasn’t right. Someone had meant me harm, mostly men, because the people I mostly dealt with were men.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
On a cellular level—every warning bell inside of me was going off at once.
My heart reacted, and so did my sweat glands.
It wasn’t something I could control.
And he refused to stop staring at me.
I moved closer to Beni and Alvaro’s eyes moved with me, like a predator who had spotted prey. It was like he could sense my heart racing, my blood pumping, and he was salivating for a warm, fresh meal, though he was expressionless.
This desire came from some depraved place deep within.
Then my mind parted from the fear and started coming up with questions.
What the hell did he do? Why did he do it?
The line of questioning was derailed when the entire place went quiet. The rain outside had been an afterthought after we were showed inside, but I could’ve sworn the raging sound of it was echoing inside of the cell.
Naz locked eyes with his brother, then said something in Italian. His voice was low and menacing, and he couldn’t have been more like a lion if he wore one’s skin.
My eyes pinged to Leandro, who was giving him the same look, but a sly smile came to his face. He said something, and I got the feeling he had repeated what he said before. His hand gestured toward me.
In the next breath, Naz charged him, and they seemed to collide at the same time.
Beni was watching with narrowed eyes. Alvaro was still watching me. And the guards were watching from outside of the room.
The fight between brothers felt like it lasted centuries, but only minutes had passed. Naz had his brother pressed to the wall, a hand to his throat. Whatever he said to him, he said in a sharp, whispered tone.
Naz’s eyes seemed…possessed.
The monster had shattered the surface and was on land.
After Naz finished what he was saying, a moment passed between them, and his brother lifted his hands. Though there was still something about Leandro’s face that was fucking sly, like he had a secret Naz would never know about.
Naz released him, and Leandro fixed his clothes, heading for the door. He had to pass me on the way out, and our eyes held.
One minute I was standing, and the next, gravity was pulling me in the opposite direction. Leandro acted like he’d just ran into me, but I knew a shove from a knock. The boots were much too big, and I wasn’t expecting it. When my back hit the table, I went over on it.
Before I could even take a breath and try to right myself,Alvaro made an inhuman noise, and his dead eyes were staring into mine before his mouth went for my throat.
