***TRICIA***

The moment he turned his back—the man who came from the shadows—I felt something sharp crawl up my spine. His gaze wasn’t curious. It wasn’t lost. It was hungry.

“Who is that man?” I asked, moving closer to Blake.

He didn’t even look at me.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about,” he muttered.

But no. No. I wasn’t doing that anymore. I wasn’t swallowing fear because he told me to.

“Nothing?” I snapped. “People have been after our lives since we ...