The Prey

He pulled away, and I managed to suck in a shaky breath, relief washing over me for a fleeting, fragile second as he hummed to himself. The sound made my blood run cold, and casually strolled toward the table where a bouquet of flowers and several bottles of alcohol were place I failed to notice.

For a brief, terrifying second, I imagined him grabbing one of those bottles and smashing it against my head but he simply paused, his hand hovering over the bottles as if he was pondering which one to pick. His eyes met mine over his shoulder and he chuckled.

The mocking sound tightened the...