The stare alone is enough to bring a chill over him like a blanket of snow. Sebastian wanted to turn away, but for some bizarre reason, he couldn't.
Not that he wouldn't, but he couldn't. The man's gaze was sharp, but underneath the gaze was frigid chilliness, like if anyone tried to look any closer beneath the surface, he'd be burned.
Sebastian swallowed hard; he could sense from the man's gaze a deep hostility and contempt welling up in his soul.
He's not foolish to be unable to recognize that man truly despised him; the look alone is enough to send any ordinary man to the hills.
Then, someone or something bumped him behind his legs, causing him to withdraw his gaze and look down. It was a kid.
A boy around six years old carried an apologetic expression with brown curly hair, his voice soft-spoken. "Sorry."
He dropped to his knees to pick up the ball that hit his back legs, and the boy seemed intimidated by his large appearance.
