I should be afraid, or at least furious. Maybe part of me is. But there is something else, too. Something unsettling and unspoken crackling between us, just waiting to explode.
“Do you really think you can keep me here forever? I may just try to run away again and hope that I die.”
As I tilt my head back in defiance, he only looks down at me and smirks.
“Try, little one. Just try,” he says, his voice barely audible. “What’s in the woods won’t be the only thing hunting you. And I will find you first.”
His confidence is infuriating, but the worst part is I believe him. I know he’ll catch me as soon as I run again, if I get a chance to do this again and actually make it out.
I grit my teeth together, refusing to let the warmth of his body persuade me in any direction or let his gaze shak
