Chapter Twenty-Three
My breath caught in my throat as I looked towards the door. That park was less than a mile away from Nevie’s apartment. The beast was getting closer and closer. I turned away from the television, grabbing my shirt from off the couch. I pulled it on before moving over to my shoes. Doing a half jump as I slipped them on, not bothering with the laces. Nevie was out there and so was that killer.
***Nevie POV***
The sun streamed through the storefront window, landing on the cheery-looking display cabinets that were filled with delicious looking pastries. Leaning over, I looked at the pastel icing covered donuts.
I pointed to the one with light blue icing and dried blueberries sprinkled across the top. “Two of those please and three plain glazed.” The woman behind the c
