RALI
"Please..." I muttered the words as he got close.
I didn't even know what exactly I was begging for—don't kill me. Stay away from me. Let me go.
I just knew I didn't want to die.
But he kept coming. His anger rolled off him in suffocating waves, as tangible as the scent of cedarwood, smoke, and whiskey that clung to him.
When he lifted the knife above me—the very one he'd used in killing five men—my lips parted in horror, afraid he was going to kill me. Maybe, he 'did' want to kill me.
But instead of driving the blade to my face, he drove it right into the wall beside me, merely an inch from my face and with a grunt so hard and animalistic, I felt my soul abandon my body for two seconds.
My eyes squeezed shut, and it took me a minute to realize I was still alive.
He didn't sta
