Good question. Breaking into someone's house was quite a bit different from peering in their window, wasn't it? Why, it made him ... almost as bad as herself.
She would like to think panic dragged her heart. Who was to say he wasn't about to do something terrible now? To her? People did when they were cornered. Look at herself that night. She'd just been lucky enough not to be cornered again.
Who was to say, that thinking she was Sapphire, he wasn't going to pounce? Drag her somewhere? Anywhere to cover his tracks? Force that confession? The others were at the hall, she was here alone, and he'd everything to lose.
On the square she'd spent her life inhabiting, the one so small there was no room for mundane things like panic, shrink an inch though and she was finished.
Earlier? Earlier
