I dared not look at him. I could not raise my eyes past his black shoes and pants. I shivered, moving closer to Mikhail who put a hand around me. He said nothing to the man, making me wonder if he knew him.
Fear wrapped a freezing blanket around my shoulders but still, it suffocated me and made me sweat.
My eyes raised higher and a voice exploded in my head. I clutched my head as I heard the screams of a woman.
"No, please, no." The voice died down as abruptly as it started.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Mikhail stood. I wished he did not.
If danger took on a form, it would not be any more terrifying than this man. If terror took on life, it could be this man.
"You must be Mikhail Pendragon." The man had a voice like night, if night ever gained a voice. It felt to me the sa
