Chapter Seventeen
She squirmed in her seat at my question, her fingers picking at a loose thread on the couch. I didn’t want her to be nervous like this around me. I needed her to know that Omen wasn’t human. That he was dangerous to someone like her. She was innocent. She didn’t know about creatures like him. About what I did, I was about to bring her into a world that I’d hoped would never touch her.
“I, I. Well,” she stammered. I watched her chest rise and fall as she took a deep breath. “Tonight, I met him tonight.”
“And you invited him to your home? Without really knowing him?”
“Okay, so I know it wasn’t a smart move.” She said, glaring at me, “I was hurt and it, it felt like someone was following me when I was walking home.”
“Kind of like last night?”
“You could feel it too?”
