Sadie’s POV
I turned around.
There was Taylor, standing about three feet behind me, with his hands in the pockets of his dark overcoat. It was the same eerie quietness with which he appeared from among the crowds just like he did when we were at the cottage, with not a sound of footstep or any kind of warning.
I put my hands to my chest. "Don't scare me like that," I said.
"I am not scaring you," he retorted.
He let his eyes drift towards the fence and the markings on it. "So you have finally found the boundary marker," he said, but the look of his face changed slightly; there was some kind of acknowledgment hidden beneath his eyes that was very swiftly masked.
"Boundary marker? Isn't it a warning sign?"
"It is both."
I studied the markings more carefully. "Someone has defaced your
