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Angel’s POV

Something about him made my blood run cold. Maybe it was the same shade of eye color? Or the coldness behind them? Or maybe the fact that he was only directing that look at me?

He looked to be in his late twenties with coal, black long hair that he tied into a short pony tail.

His glare finally shifted from me as he looked at the killer and flicked his head to the side slightly.

At once, a man took a hold of each one of us and dragged us to the side of the big hall, they made us stand under a thick, grey pipe hanging from the wall and started to handcuff our wrists above our heads using the pipe to trap us in our places.

I was the first on the left side followed by Jenny, April, then Diana.

My heart was in my throat by the time the men stepped away from us and made room for the man in the suit to approach us slowly until he stood directly in front of me.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer as the curiosity was killing me.

I opened my mouth to speak but the man in the