"Have you swallowed your tongue?"
Quite taken aback at the sight of Lucas in front of my very own eyes I was unable to say a single word resulting in his thick eyebrows almost meeting halfway in annoyance.
"I'm talking to you, Bella." He regarded me warily, waiting for me to speak my mind.
"Well…." I tried to explain but nothing came out. There was no doubt in my mind that no matter what I say won't change his grim mood.
As I survey the lines etched in his forehead, I wonder if he was indeed worried about me or just plain annoyed that I left the mansion as soon as he did.
Filling my chest with air, I finally summoned all the courage I could muster to speak up. "I'm sorry about leaving without giving you notice."
"You should be," He mumbled under his breath. The grim look in his countenance didn't change a bit. "Thompson had called me in panic and I had to cancel my next business appointment just to look for you."
