“Bruce, wait!” Lisa’s voice rang out as she hurried after him, her hand catching his arm.

He stopped abruptly, turning so quickly that she nearly stumbled into him. His eyes locked on hers, but his face was a mask An unreadable expression that chilled her more than anger ever could.

“What is it, Lisa?” Bruce’s voice was low, clipped, as though each word was deliberately restrained.

Lisa’s stomach twisted. She had wished he would yell, rage, or even lash out at her. Anger, at ...