Neriah
He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between us. His scent filled the air…
"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
My breath caught in my throat. How did he know? How could he see through me so easily? What did he say about me being brave enough to listen?"
"I…"
"You don't have to lie." His voice was smooth, and low, like velvet dragging against my skin. "I could feel it."
A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn't look away.
"What are you?" I heard myself asking again. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to ask him.
He tilted his head, his smile flickering – half amusement, half something darker.
"I'm… many things." He took another step closer, and this time, my feet automatically backed away until my back hit the rough bark of another tree. His fingers brushed along the edge of my hair, feather-light. "But none of that matters right now."
