How can he be here? What is he doing here and why is he staring at me? Does he know it's me? He looks the same as the last time I saw him. Same dark piercing gaze, tattooed arms, short, brown hair, and same bone-chilling smile. I used to find that smile attractive. Now, it haunts me. He smiled at me the whole time I was being tortured, like he was enjoying it.
I quickly turned my back, walking around the bar to the furthest corner before I risked looking back at him. He is still staring at me, but then turns his attention to Felicity, who comes up to fill drink orders.
He says something that makes her laugh, fluttering her eyelashes at him and biting her lip seductively. It makes me sick watching her unknowingly flirt with a monster.
“Felicity, stop,” I mind link her in my panic.
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