are planning
on having. I pursed my lips tightly. Mr. Lalune was a typical
businessman, used to getting his way and having us begging for his
scraps. Well I wasn’t going along with it.
“ Don’t
bother, Mr. Lalune. We aren’t interested in selling out.”
“ Max
is fine, and you haven’t heard my price.”
“ I
don’t need to. We. Aren’t. Selling.”
I
pushed past him to get back to the front of the diner. It wasn’t
a hard push, just enough to emphasize my point. This conversation was
done. But before I could react he had whipped out his hand and
grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. My eyes widened in
surprise.
“ Don’t
walk away from me,” he growled, lips pulled back in a snarl.
Our
gazes charged the air with tension. Then I noticed was that Max’s
eyes weren’t like normal eyes. They were a golden amber,
flashing like a sunset. In the dim light of the storeroom, they
almost glowed. His grip on my hand tightened, until it almost hurt.
For a moment, fear curled around my stomach. He wouldn’t dare
do anything inappropriate, would he? I glanced nervously to the front
of the diner. There wasn’t anyone in here who could hear me
scream. My nerves tightened like a guitar string, readying myself for
the worst.
I
looked back, and blinked confused. The glimmer was gone. His eyes
were just a chocolate brown, and he released my hand. Max stepped
back, disconcerted.
“ What…
happened to you?” I whispered...
K. T. Fisher, Ava Manello