Sara’s POV

I was smiling even when all I wanted to do was run away from the monster. I eyed the spatula in his hand wondering if he wanted to use it to hit me.

My eyes darted for something sharp I could grab.

A knife.

One was within my reach.

And the devil was smiling as I inched near, pretending like he was something special.

His eyes dropped to my outfit.

“Out jogging?” He asked.

I nodded. “I needed my head and mind cleared for today.”

He dropped the spoon. “Today is a ...