Chapter 62

The Prey

My skin was on fire, prickling under the intensity of his touch, and it was too much.

I didn’t even remember ripping off the woolen scarf and tossing it into the backseat of the car. The cold air bit into my exposed neck, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of this monster’s arm around my waist.

His cane tapped rhythmically as we walked, his sunglasses shielding his unreadable eyes from the world, the prettiest and perfect illusion of blindness.

Ask me, I’d write his tales with better pen.

I didn’t know why he bothered to bring me along.

Kyle trailed behind us, stiff and silent like always, with guards I didn’t recognize shadowing our every step. My ankle throbbed faintly, a dull reminder of the price I’d paid for being careless. But the pain was manageable—nothing compared to the six feet four inches bastard that tower over me like a storm cloud.

We were escorted to the private dining area, what caught