Nathaniel confronting Evie.

CLAIRE

The thought that someone was stalking me because they wanted to kill me was the very first that took root in my heart. I turned from shock, and a hand clasped itself over my mouth, almost as if it already anticipated my moves. I hissed, but the sound was muffled by the strange hand. I knew that trying to shout was useless, so I didn't bother to attempt one. My hands crossed that of the strange hand that held me captive, and I could tell that it belonged to a man from how big and thick it was.

He began to drag me out of the pathway that I was walking on before he intercepted me. My brain froze for a moment as I imagined that I had just met my end and it was going to be in the hands of a murderer that I couldn’t even tell what he looked like. Was this how I was going to die? I asked myself. From the way things were looking, I was so sure that no matter how hard I tried to persuade or fight my way from the person holding me, it would never be successful.

Still, I had to fight fo