Rose's POV
I couldn't just agree to follow a stranger to god knows where. Even though he saved my life back at the restaurant, I just couldn't.
What if he is a serial killer, who saved my life only to take it again?
''No the mystery attached to this man was so uncanny," I said to myself.
“Lucas, right, that is your name. I don't know what you are playing at, but you just have to let me go," I said to him.
''No, I can't do that sweetheart, I'm just playing at keeping you safe," he murmured, still never taking his eyes off the window, and for some weird reason, I hated the fact that he wouldn't just look at me.
“Why don't you f*****g look at me when I talk to you," I scolded him, but still his attention didn't shift from that window.
''What if you are a serial killer, I just can't go
