Chapter 115
Stephanie's Point of View
The calm echo of his words vibrated in a way that instantly froze the blood inside my veins. That low, confident tone, completely stripped of any outward emotion, was far more terrifying than a raw scream. A sharp shiver cascaded down my spine and branched out into my limbs, while my breathing turned erratic and frantic a visible panic I was entirely helpless to conceal.
Lost on how to break the suffocating tension or diffuse his silent, simmering wrath that was teetering on the edge of an explosion, I looked up into the depths of his eyes. My features softened into a vulnerable, pleading expression, and my voice emerged as a faint, cracking whisper:
"Alex... please, don't do this."
His rigid, unyielding gaze didn't waver from my pale face by a single inch. Instead, he tightened his iron grip around my arms with a firm, punishing force that made me wince, delivering a flat, absolute directive that barred any room for negotiation:
