Eleonore’s POV
He found me when I was on my way back from work. You would think with how many times this has happened I would have learned by now, Eleonore, never walk home alone at night.
The night was cold and airy, the sort of nighttime that held too many secrets for the light of day to carry. I sensed him before I saw him, the prickle of hair at the back of my neck, the jittering in my hands as it seemed not to listen to any of my brain’s commands and then my feet stopped walking as he appeared in front of me.
Viktor’s eyes were gleaming red tonight. I hadn’t noticed it the other night if it had been, but now as the small face of the boy stood in front of me I could see it as brightly as the moon that stared down at us. I wasn’t scared this time, I knew who he was as much as he knew me, and although I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if he attacked again, I doubted he would.
Still, I asked. ‘Are you here to kill me?’