My throat cracked. I didn’t trust my voice to speak. Broken sounds escaped as I stood there, rooted to the ground.
With a simple blink, he vanished. I glanced around, looking for the man, hoping that he was a figment of my deranged thoughts.
A chuckle came from behind me as a slender hand placed itself on my shoulder. The skin burned below his hold and a searing pain erupted down my arm.
“What are you?” I attempted to keep my voice calm. He was dangerous—his demeanor alone told me that.
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