~19~

When the door banged shut, there came a sudden change in the temperature of the room as Lucian and Selene's eyes locked up in what seemed like a subtle battle contest.

Lucian stood up from his seat not breaking the fierce eye-contact, roughed his raven-black hair and circled round his space to lean on the edge of his matte desk facing the door with his shoulders hanged, comfortably. All one could here for the seemingly instant weird moment was the ticking sounds of the wall clock. Lucian was a powerful man who could have anything and anyone he likes and wouldn't stand to be questioned, but before Selene he felt quite remorseful.

Crossing his legs and arms, he looked up softly at Selene whose nose had turned so red like a snowman with a carrot stuck up his face for a nose.

"You should have knocked, woman."

Came a very recollected and unequivocally calm voice.

Selene wasn't in the mood to entertain his mischievous and tyrannical attitude and he could read the signs from her darkened gre