Chapter Ten"Hello," she manages to gather enough brain cells together to form a word. She would pat herself in the back if she could, but she's too busy trying to remain upright and not turn into a mess.
"Theodore," he introduces himself to her with an extended hand that she has no choice but to take. "But you know that already, don't you?"
She tries to yank her hand back, but his grip is firm. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lies.
"I'm sure you don't," he grins and she gets an impression of sharp fangs and a dangerous predator looking down at her before reality catches up to her. He's not the monster she's made him up to be in her head. Just a regular man, really, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles.
"Actually, no," she pulls herself upright and muste
