Chapter 7. Tail

Lena knew she was in trouble when she saw the man’s face. He was tall, dark and handsome, with piercing magenta eyes and a scar that ran across his left brow. Scar wore a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and a gold watch that sparkled on his wrist. He looked like someone who had money, power and influence. And he looked furious.

He stared at her with a cold, hard gaze, as if he wanted to burn a hole through her skull. He glanced around the room one more time and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ready to leave?" He asked in a deep, commanding voice.

Lena swallowed hard. She tried to look defiant, but she felt like a mouse in front of a lion.

“No,” she said.

“No?”

“I mean, yes.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I don't see your bags packed.”

“You didn't tell me we were leaving today!”

He shook his head.

“Do I need to spell everything to you?”

Lena bit her lip. She knew he was right. She decided to try one last thing. Maybe she could appeal to his sense of pity, or at least his sense