Azalea
I stumbled back from the window, my knees shaking so badly I had to grab the wall to keep from falling.
His cold and cruel eyes locked with mine for just a second, sending a chill down my spine. That brief moment was all it took to unsettle me.
I pressed my trembling hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the scream welling up in my throat. Despite my efforts, fear seeped through me like poison, paralyzing my legs with a deep-rooted terror that felt ingrained in my very bones.
What was I thinking? Listening like some naive girl in a horror movie, hoping the monster wouldn’t notice. Of course, he noticed.
I crept away from the window slowly, like I was trying not to wake a sleeping dragon. But he was wide awake, and I was his prey.
I made it back to the dining chair and sat down,
