-NIA’S POV-
Freak.
My mood sank deeper than the silence that fell in the store as I glared at the stranger. My heart pounded with rage and my breathing became shallow.
“I’m not a freak.” I spat, resentfully.
He pointed the knife at me and wheezed out a laugh. “Those ears say you are.”
My heart lurched, and I inhaled deeply to stay calm.
The man gandered at me like I was from the circus and when his laughter faded, his eyes squinted as he searched my face. "I think I know you."
Silent panic skated up my spine. I might have to get out of here and fast.
My chest tightened painfully, and I looked down sadly at my feet. "Impossible. I'm not from here."
"You're that pretty little thing the mighty general totes around with." The postman leaned a little closer, his smile laden with cro
