We walk around the golf course, discussing other matters—most things of interest to both of us. I actually like spending time with Eric; he makes me forget that Nickolas wishes to kill my family and that I will die at his hands one day. As we strolled, I felt someone following us, but I found no one every time I turned around. I blame it on the stares I'm getting from having Nickolas's scent on me and don’t bother to check anymore, even if I feel someone’s gaze drilling holes in my ...