Chapter 381 I Want To Hold You

• Hazel Sullivan needed a few seconds to match the skinny boy in the video with the tall, sharp‑featured man before her. "Mr. Luellen… why are you here?"
• Zachary Luellen looked down at her from above and lifted the phone in his hand. His eyes were smiling, but the smile never reached his gaze—like two small storms banked and waiting, ready to swallow someone whole. "That’s my line. What are you doing here? What did you see?"
• Hazel had never seen him this angry. Not even when his condition flared had he seemed this cold and terrifying. "Mr. Luellen, please, let me explain—"