Allison's POV

My chin quivered, making me stutter, though what I desperately wanted was to sound firm and in control. “How did you find me?” I inquired.

He gave that confident, you-know, kind of grin that displaces any question. He brushed his thumb on his lips as he spoke. “I always told you, you were not that difficult to predict.” He said, smug and sure of himself as always. The bastard. He kept coming forward, riding me more and more to the open.

I glance back at the operation ...