CLEO’S POV
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After Gavin left after staring at me like a maniac, I walked out of my room to grab two bottles of water from the kitchen, but as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze when Felix darted right at me, his long strides and angry gaze making me want to turn around and run, but there was no use because he was in front of me in a blink of an eye.
He pulls me to the closest room at the bottom, "Felix, what is going on?" I grit out as pain shoots up my arm with his painful grip on me. After giving me the silent treatment, throwing me into the guest bedroom, he shuts the door. I stumble, whipping around when I get to my feet, watching him lock the door dangerously slow. His head hangs low, his jaw sharp as his teeth grind together.
I stare at him with concern, "Felix,
