With a cloak covering my face and the hood up over my head, I had hoped that I'll be shielded away from the view of the men.
And I thought I had been obscure in their crowd but I am wrong.
I glanced over my shoulder and I can see this warrior looking at me while curiosity etched on his face.
So, I smirk and he right away move his eyes away from me then suddenly the smell of fear reach my nostrils.
Tsk, coward.
I thought it was over, but the feeling of being watched is still there and I hate it!
I need to stop it!
And when I scan the surroundings, I finally found the culprit.
The man was watching her all along. And amusement is all over his face.
He appeared to be a Highland warrior of old, but it's beyond that.
He's a predator.
Someone who had fought in all ruthless clan battl
