STELLA

Don't look, Stella

Don't you dare look

That's what I have been chanting ever since Viktor waltzed into the room like he owns the place. It's not that I'm scared of him; it's that damn look in his eyes and the promises they hold. I don't think he's conscious of it, but damn, that look. I should hate it, I do hate it, right?. They get me all hot and bothered in a way that I should hate but can't bring myself to.

I stare at Viktor's illegally handsome face–and I look away immediately ...