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His jacket rustled as he inhaled, his eyes drifting over my nightgown, hoodie, and bare feet. For a second, it looked as if he’d let me go. As if finding a half-dressed woman in the dead of night wasn’t interesting enough to make him care.
But then his attention locked onto the short chain wrapped around my ankle and he made a sound under his breath. A sound of curiosity layered with threats.
Goosebumps darted over my skin.
I took another step.
And he shadowed me.
His boots crunched on a twig as he matched my distance.
I stepped again.
He mirrored me.
Fear siphoned through my blood.
He didn’t speak.
I didn’t dare.
We were locked in a game of cat and mouse, both waiting for the other to break the spell.
My heart raced as his bi-colored eyes flashed in the moonlight, his brows coming down with a slash of deep brown. His hands fell from the straps of his bag, balling into fists by his sides.
He took another step toward me.
I took one back.
He stopped.
He smiled.
He spoke.
“You found him first, I see.” His tongue swiped along his bottom lip, his head once again tilting to the side as if he found me fascinating, all while figuring out the best way to pounce. “Did you hurt him?” He swallowed a black chuckle. “Then again...did he hurt you? After all, he did show a violent side that surprised us.”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t...who are you?”
He stood taller, cricking his neck and never taking his eyes off me. “I think the more important question is who the hell are you?” His knees bent, giving me a one-second warning.
My body braced to run.
I wasn’t fast enough.
He launched forward, catching me mid-flight.
His hand latched around my arm, squeezing painfully. Dragging me against his powerful body, he bent me back as his face pressed close to mine. “Time for a little chat, don’t you think? And if I don’t like your answers? Well, tonight seems like a perfect time for you to die.”