Third Person’s POV
Trembling, the woman pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, ducking her head at the sound of incoming footsteps. It was an aggressive stride, of someone large. Masculine. She’d grown accustomed to the recognizing those kind of footsteps, threatening, perhaps frustrated—a slam made her jump, her tensed muscles feeling stiff as she avoided lifting her head to look at him, whoever he was.
“Oh s**t—sorry.”
Blinking, the woman flinched at his voice.
Deep. A little rough. And the faint smell of smoke.
“Damn newbie just leaves things everywhere,” he huffed. A light tap now caught her attention and curiosity got the best of her. It was a man. A human. She felt that tenseness leave her shoulders, that radiating fear moving outward, leaving nothing but that slight t
