I kept my focus low, away from those amber eyes. “Would you like anything else?” I asked softly. There was no response. My insides churned, and I forced my gaze up. “What’s your name?” My throat went dry. If he were some serial killer, I really shouldn’t be giving him any personal information, but I didn’t feel like I had any choice. “Leighton.” The word was barely audible, but it was there. A muscle in his jaw ticked. As if just my name pissed him off.
