228 If someone gives you a lemon, you eat it in front of them and spit the seed right into their eyes

"Nat..."

I wanted to call him loudly, but I found my voice dwindled into nothing because of the fierceness in his eyes. I knew he wasn't angry at me, but this strong of an expression on his face when he used to repress his emotion in front of others only told me that he brought bad news.

Only...what kind of bad news?

I felt my throat dry inside the cold emanating from his body as the black feathers evaporated. My voice got stuck in my tongue while he moved to the couch, still with the boiling fury underneath his cold eyes. And I guessed it was true for everyone else because the office was dead silent. 

Wordlessly, he pulled me as he sat down harshly, prompting me to fall to his lap. Still surprised at the sudden movement, I could only freeze when Natha pressed his head on my shoulder.