Chapter 8

I had seen Charlotte Richard’s picture four months ago on her desk. It hadn’t changed much since then, but still, now, it made a different impression.

“Eat you?” Erian raised an eyebrow, amused. Only if you want to, he thought and was surprised to see her stick an upturn.

“No, thank you,” She murmured, and the smell of fear once again permeated her nasal stuff.

Still, he was stunned; he had at no time said what he thought. Did he just answer his thought? Erian tilted his head to one side; he wasn’t sure about that.

“I won’t hurt you,” He assured her, and to prove it was true, he released her.

Lottie took a couple of steps away from him, but the urge to run away did not completely leave her.

“And regarding eati