The way the hairs on the back of my neck stand up make me feel almost delighted about his little threat, but my eyes narrow on him and I let out a gentle huff, watching him with skepticism. “Is that a threat?” I ask, in a low voice.He seems stern and unamused with my little bratty attitude. Yet, he does not make me feel unsafe. The way he looks at me, with a dark hunger I can not understand, is not mean, or harmful and with the simple fact he, so gently, took my legs into his lap to tend to them, made me understand a handful of things. I was trapped, but this would not be as bad as the trap that I had escaped.The memories of fleeing home all stumble at once in my mind and overwhelm me. My breath hitches in my chest as the meadow springs up, the memory of dripping blood making me a bit nauseous.“My father-” I whisper with a bit of shock, my eyes cutting back to his face, round with worry and a sprinkle of fear.The man narrows his eyes slowly, the ruby red color darkening a bit as
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