CHAPTER 17.2

MY LIPS AND throat have gone dry. I didn't utter a single word because of the fear. What happened the night before is still fresh and the way he's looking at me right now only intensifies the fear I felt.

I sharply gasped when his hands took mine. He brought it to his nose and I inhaled its scent. Why is he sniffing my hand?!

"Who is he, Ysobella?" he darkly asked while squeezing my hand.

His question stunned me. Is he talking about Atticus? If yes, then how did he know about him? Then I remember Markus. Markus must have told him using their mind link. I deeply sighed and look at him with pleading eyes.

"I asked you a question, Ysobella. Who. Is. He?"

His face looks so grim. And he sounds desperate for an answer so I told him about Atticus. The more I talk about Atticus the more threatening he looks.

"Did anyone ever tell you not to talk with strangers, hmmm?" he lowly asked while tucking some strands of my hair in my right ear.

"He wasn't doing anything bad. He's actually a nice