THE GIFT
~MAYA'S POV~
Fuck, I could not stop shaking.
I struggled with my keys. It took me three tries to turn the lock. When the door finally opened, I fell inside, closed it hard, and locked it.
I leaned my forehead against the door and squeezed my eyes shut.
But I could not stop thinking about what happened last night, he ran. He saw me and he ran, but why?
The Silas I have heard of would not run, yeah the man was damn stubborn but he was also scary as hell. Unless he didn't want to be seen. Unless he was watching but not ready to be caught.
I walked to the window and looked down at the street.
The SUV was gone. It was just an empty road, dirty slush, and no headlights. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass.
Where was he? Was he still out there?
'Stop it. Focus. Real
