He’s here.
Before I have a chance to flee, he’s on top of me, arm over my throat, pressing us nose to nose. The slither of moonlight peeking in from the curtains illuminates his eyes. They glow, like a hungry predator’s and I’m his prey.
“Get off me!” I cry, slapping at his arm. His hold isn’t tight, but it’s rigid enough that I can’t escape.
“I think not.” His voice is smooth, dangerous, and in the darkness, it’s amplified tenfold. “Awful soon is now, wee doll.”
I don’t know how Punky found me, but he can’t be here. It’s not safe…for either of us.
“I think we need to have a talk.”
“About what? I told you everything I k-know.”
“Bullshit!” he sneers, pushing harder against my neck. “Yer gonna tell me how ye knew about tonight.”
“I can’t,” I pant, squirming beneath him.
“Can’t? Or w
