Chapter 8

I was frozen; the hooded boy was there in front of me. I didn't expect to see him. I had so many questions, yet for some reason, I couldn't get a word out. His grey eyes looked deep and intimidating to anyone who looked at them. I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid his.

“Anaís.” I looked up in surprise; he pronounced my name perfectly. “That's your name, right?”

“How do you know my name?”

“I just know,” he shrugged indifferently. “I must say, you're not very good at hiding.”

I...

“Although you are good at hiding what you feel.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, forget it.”

“What do you want?” I asked, remembering that he had found me, so he had the right to ask me something. He moved his head to the side and then took a few steps toward me until he was close enough for the fragrance of a delicious cologne to brush my nose; it smelled very good.

“What do I want?” he asked, pacing around me, making me nervous. I felt like prey about to be devoured by its pred