When Tessy's sobs finally quieted into soft, hiccupping breaths, she wiped her tear-streaked face with trembling fingers. For a long moment, she simply sat there, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. As she pulled herself together, and moved slightly away from Roman, her gaze drifted once more toward Williams, almost involuntarily.
He was still there—still staring at her.
A fresh surge of discomfort flooded her chest. His stare wasn't casual; it wasn't kind or comforting either. It was sharp, probing, almost as if he were trying to see straight through her skin, straight into the secrets she didn't even know she held.
With her brows knitting tightly in frustration, Tessy decided she had had enough. She squared her shoulders, the last shivers of her earlier weeping subsiding as anger and confusion replaced them.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked sharply, her voice still hoarse from crying but laced with genuine irritation.
