Aria’s feet drew forward before she could even process, her hands dug at her sides. Her chest rose and fell lightly, and then she stopped a few steps to him.

“Why? Why do you hate me so much?” She asked quietly, “I’m not the one who stole from you. I did nothing wrong, I’m just as much a victim as you are.”

He let out a mocking chuckle, “I’m not a victim, I’m a fucking predator.”

Aria’s throat bobbed at his answer, he moved closer to her.

Her feet remained ...