EVE.
He walked toward us like he was going to tear someone apart.
You know the kind of walk you only see in nightmares?
Rodney didn't run – God knows he wanted to. I felt his spine stiffen beside me, but he stood rooted to the spot. Kyrie's presence had already devoured the air around us just before his tall, intimidating frame came to a stop in front of us.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, because my voice simply couldn't survive at full volume.
I didn't know which was more terrifying. His black jeans and black shirt, which made him look like wrath itself? Or the black shades he deemed fit to wear at night?
Why would someone put on dark shades at night? To intimidate?
Well, it worked because we were so well intimidated.
"Leave." His lips barely moved.
That was all it too
