Chapter 7

The Prey

He was looking at me.

Unshielded hunter's eyes, staring right through my soul and piercing me as if he could demolish me whole. I shifted unconsciously on my feet, trying to ignore the sensation of my wet jeans clinging to my legs. The cold I felt seeped deeper than the damp fabric or the snow that had gotten inside my jacket. It was his gaze that truly chilled me to the bone.

I wondered what was happening in his head, and the chilly wind didn't help either. It took everything in me to shut that window. And wasn't he feeling cold, wearing just a robe like yesterday? At least he had the modesty to tie it up.

I had to jump the wall and eat the snow. Just great. He didn't have the damn modesty to hire a gatekeeper. Twenty freaking minutes I had to stand there yelling like a mad woman. Anyway.

I averted my eyes unable to hold his predatory gaze and observed my surroundings.

The room was spacious and even larger than the offic