Chapter 62 Sadistic Philanthropist

• As if he senses my train of thoughts, Mikos's gaze moves across the crowd to settle on me. The moment our eyes meet , I feel it, that prickle at the back of my neck and that familiar chill of terror seeps into my bones.
• His eyes lock on me, unblinking, cold and calculating like he can see right into my thoughts and he knows I'm onto him.
• He doesn't say a word, he doesn't even need to. His gaze conveys everything he does not say, an unspoken warning, those eyes daring me to oppose him...to get in his way if I am brave enough to face the consequences. His gaze sweeps over me, lingering for a few moments too long and then they shift to Alaric.