Chapter Ninety
A man came into the bathroom. He was tall with black hair that fell in unruly waves around his face. I had never seen his hair like that. He had always kept it neatly brushed into place. His eyes whipped around the room before they landed on me and he growled my name. “Sandra.”
“Scotty.” I whispered, stepping back until the bathroom counter hit my bottom. “Wh - what are you doing here?”
His eyes flickered from gray to black as he growled again. Something was wrong. He had to be on drugs or something, eyes didn’t do that. He stepped forward, his glare pinning me in place. His hands were curled at his sides but they weren’t normal, they looked more like claws.
“What-” I started to ask, not understanding what was going on or why he looked the way he did. What had happened t
