Elara's eyes went wide, and she looked to her friends to help her, but Xylon, who already knew who this person was and his influence in the black market ruled by the dark world, didn't dare to step forward recklessly without knowing what he wanted.
"You forgot your box." The man said, his intense brown eyes that looked like a vulture's gaze when it looked at its prey, made Elara swallow hard, her heart starting to beat at an erratic speed.
Why? Because she knew this man only meant trouble, darkness, and death, and he was one person even her family wouldn't want to have a trifle with, not because he was so rich and influential but because this man did not fear death.
"Box?" Elara asked, confused.
Daniel's hard, expressionless eyes flickered across her face before his gaze narrowed at the string of hair that covered her face.
His need for perfection made his fingers itchy, and he raised his hand before tucking her hair behind her ears.
