*Amon’s POV*

"I want to know everything about your friend," I stated.

I pulled a wooden stool in front of Chelsea and sat down, my eyes locked on her. When she didn’t answer me, I inched closer, feeling joy out of watching her squirm.

"Oh, sweet, Chelsea. You shouldn't be so trusting of people. I could smell your gullible scent from a mile away.”

"W-Who are you?" she murmured, blinking back ...