NOVA
I'm the prey, and he's the hunter. In this moment, there's nothing clearer than that. And it pisses me off. I'll show him. I'll show him that I'll fight even with my last breath. The instant I lunge at him, aiming for his throat, he grabs my wrist and pulls me flush against himself. I know I shouldn't let myself notice it, but he smells too good. s**t! The bastard can read my mind! He'll think I'm praising him! As if to confirm my thoughts, his grey eyes twinkle when they meet mine.
'You think I smell good?'
The words aren't spoken, but I feel them slither across my thoughts like f*****g intruders.
I glare at him, wrenching at my trapped wrist, but he doesn't budge. The smile playing on his lips is infuriatingly soft, as if I'm some skittish animal he's too lazy to kill just yet.
