She hadn’t held her position as told, and she’d almost been caught tucked away in a dark corner with Garret. With no time to hide her fluster, Rock asked her what she’d been doing. “Uh, nothing.” He eyed her, then took two steps and looked around the corner in the direction she’d come. His expression didn’t change as he took in the view.. She opened herself to him. His emotional grid didn’t explode. Garret wasn’t standing there anymore, but her relief was short lived. Rock was suspicious and examined her pupils and breathing, as if with x-ray eyes. His anger intensified, and the energy it took to control his emotions made his eyes glitter. There was no doubt in Laila’s mind Rock knew she’d just lied to his face, and as if to confirm, his anger expanded. As he stood there, suspicions growing, his anger hemorrhaged, boiled, bombarding her with his wrath. He wrapped his hand around her forearm and her ability to feel his fury doubled.
