CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Small shivers rented her entire being while she tried to maintain a straight face but failing miserably. Maybe she was just being paranoid yet again just like Vivian had said she was. His smirk faltered and with the help of the front lights of her car she noticed his face set into a cold dead expression. She hated that look.
“Do you fear me Meredith?” he whispered, a malice mixed with a deadly vibe dripping off his lips.
Was she so obvious? A small frown sketched on her forehead as she pretended to be surprised at his predicament. The last thing she wanted was him to know she utterly feared him. Who knows? He might just use that to his advantage.
“No I don’t,” a low laugh escaped his lips.
“Then you should because I’m more than what you see,” he whispe
