Hunger for the flesh he means. I’d succeeded in slowing my heart, but it was thrumming so hard I feared he’d hear it.
But the tree was dense and good at masking such sounds.
One of the thickest ones in these woods. I hoped it’d serve me well now.
“Samantha!” He barked. “Have it your way!”
From where I was ducked within the tree, I could hear his boots crunching over the twigs as he turned looking for a track or a sign of movement. His voice carrying from various directions as he turned his back then rounded again.
“But don’t forget it’s me.” He persisted. “I know everything about you.”
I felt a bloom of a fear as I wondered how true that was.
He does know a lot about me. I’d never felt the need to keep things from him. Thinking him my only friend save Lyra Lani.
“There’s nowhe
