|Sofia|
“IAN,” I called his attention in a low voice but he ignored it.
His forehead creased as he scans with his eyes the group he is with. I saw them looking away. But Ian’s eyes darted only to Morgan. I could see arrogance and smug in his eyes as if he is challenging someone with his gaze. From that moment on, I immediately took an action and pulled him outside the restaurant before everything won’t go well.
I really have the slightest idea of what is about to happen. But it felt like Ian was preparing himself for a war a while ago.
“I thought you just wanted to get some fresh air,” he asked in a monotone. “What happened and why did I found you there inside with those… bastards?” he wavered but still continued.
We both stopped walking because of what he just said. We halted at
