Who Is He

[Marissa’s POV]

"What were you doing?" Davison demanded, slamming his hand on the wall behind me. "Why didn’t you kill him on the spot?"

I eyed the hand that was now resting beside my head while trying to keep my anger in check. I knew something about that man was different, but what was it and why was Davison so angry about me meeting him?

"Who is he?" I asked slowly, meeting Davison’s dark gaze. "It seems that you really dislike him."

Remaining silent, I took in his expression as he considered my question. For a second, I could have sworn there was a flicker of something in his eyes, but before I could figure out what it was, it was gone.

"That doesn’t matter." Davison huffed, taking a step back. "Just remember, the next time you see him, kill him."

"Right."

Nodding, I found my mind wandering to the man in question. Something about him and the way he felt when we touched seemed so familiar, but I didn’t know why. Was he someone from my past? Or was I just overthinking this? Either w