My plan had been to run if he got too close, but again my legs failed me, and I wasn’t able to move an inch.
He was close enough then that I could smell him—a scent that instantly slapped me with memories I didn’t know I possessed. Mainly from my nightmares, that very combination of sandalwood and spice had been in all of my dreams where the shadows hunted me. That same aroma had tainted every terror-filled moment over the last few months when I was sure I had lost my f*****g mind.
All along, he was the culprit.
“You know who I am,” he said simply.
“Just because you stalk me,” I snapped at him with as much attitude as my terrified self could muster, “doesn’t mean I know who the f**k you are. Why are you doing this to me?”
“So many questions, love,” he continued—that voice I so wickedl
