Iris's POV
My heart is pounding, trembling with the fear that I'd been caught. Caught by Zane. He didn't say a word. He just glared at me, his icy eyes continued boring into mine, sending shivers down my spine. It was a glare of warning, as if a blade had been pressed against my throat and stopped me from moving. His body was still propped casually against the wall with one leg bent and his arms crossed, only made his presence more menacing. Then, without a sound, he turned and left, the kitchen door creaking softly as it swung shut behind him. It was better that Zane had reacted than for him to stay quiet. Whenever he's calm instead of lashing out, there is always a greater problem that awaits me.
