And then he turned back. That soft look in his eyes vanished, now taken on by a cold icy glare. Esme's fingers trembled as she grasped them tightly behind her back to stop the movements. He didn't speak. She opened her mouth, and his jaw clenched as he stared back. The silver in his eyes was twisting in hidden range. She could see a darkening storm begin to brew up to the surface. His expression hardened as his mask returned.