*Anaïs*
A man steps out of the shadows, his smile wide and eyes glistening in the dim light. “Mr. Chenot?” I stutter, recognising the head of the organization that had presented me with the hero’s award, my heart still pounding in my chest.
The light must have been playing tricks on me, making his eyes look red. I mean, they look completely normal now, and also no one has red eyes except for in horror movies.
“Miss Bellerose,” he greets, his voice smooth as he moves closer. “What a pleasure meeting you here.”
His unexpected presence sends shivers down my spine. Also, I honestly did not like him much when I met him at the reception. I force a tight smile onto my face. “What are you doing here, Mr. Chenot?”
“Just out for a walk,” he replies, his gaze never leaving mine. “May I ask wher
