He could feel the heat radiating off her, the boiling anger almost palpable in the air between them as she glared at him with an intensity that could pierce right through his defenses.
Her hands gripped his collar with a strength that made his heart race, her fingers like iron clamps pulling him closer. Every second she stared at him felt like an eternity, and Tryson, in that moment, couldn't help but feel an overwhelming wave of vulnerability.
He swallowed hard, his mind spinning, caught between the urge to speak and the crushing weight of her fury.
Angel's eyes didn't just look at him; they concentrated on him as if she could see every hidden corner of his soul, every secret he'd tried so hard to keep buried.
In that instant, Tryson felt his confidence evaporate into thin air. He could feel himself shrinking, his bravado melting into something far more timid, almost like a helpless puppy, completely at her mercy.
