Chapter 122 The Hunter

• He tilted his head chidingly in my direction. Peering at me over his shoulder. Making a pale, yellow curl slide over his forehead. Though he was working hard to appear harmless, his presence seemed to fill the room until it felt stifling. He was meandering past the shutters across the room from me. And still, he felt far too close.
• My gaze slid to the door. Looking at it longingly.
• He brushed some dust from the windowsill as if considering sitting there. Saying without looking, "don't bother, Baby Girl. You'll never make it past the stand."