My jaw dropped slightly. A jerk of fear rippled up my spine. I stood there, frozen as I watched him walk down the steps with a sort of grace that also hinted at how unafraid he was. Perhaps it was because I was a short girl that looked more frail than anything else. The one thing I could guarantee when someone looked at me was that they didn’t assume I couldn’t take out a tall guy like him.
My heart raced as he raised his cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. His eyes roamed over my body. I wanted to cringe, wrap my arms around myself so that he couldn’t see a single thing of me. It was like he was peering straight into my soul. The unsettling feeling made me want to run back to the house and never set out here ever again. That wasn’t going to happen. I’d done my running for the las
