My heart races, my hands shake, and I feel like I truly walked myself into the lion’s den with him.
Maybe Eve never left at all. Perhaps he likes games and followed her too before doing something to her. Putting her somewhere. Perhaps he’s a sick demonic who likes to mess with people, like they say they do.
“What are you going to do to me?” I blurt it out like a dumb child, so sure he has an ulterior motive for bringing me here, and stiffen up when he chuckles under his breath, kneeling to tend to the dwindling fire. If it weren’t for his presence, this house would be welcoming and warm. Even the fire can’t dull his dark, cold atmosphere that’s always around him.
Herbs, dry and hanging in bunches, along the mantle. Food is wrapped and stored in one corner of a quaint kitchen counter and
