Chapter 318: Mob Boss

He flinched when I said his name, stopped dead and stared into my eyes, his own green ones empty and hurt. I gasped softly at the sight of him, his face sunken, dark circles adding depth to his gaze, his jaw shining with a few day's beard growth. Even his clothing seemed out of sorts, unkempt, like he'd slept in them, his normally tidy silver hair askew on one side. But it was the haunted look on his face, how his lower lip shuddered just a fraction as his hands grasped my upper arms a bit too tight that made me worry about him.