Chapter Eighteen.

Sorah's POV.

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"Heh, what is this? Missing your beloved patient already?"

It's him!

I whip around at once, turning to see his smug roguish grin and glowing wild crimsons. I want to replete my gloom with relief and step closer but, notice a trail of blood from the corner of his lips and shudder.

He smirks at my reluctance, holding gazes with me while stepping down from the window sill with the curtains blowing around him.

"Weren't you about to switch into panic from your inability to find me just now?" He taunts insidiously. "I'm here now, why don't you come to embrace me, hmm?"

His eyes squint in his taunt to mock me, a vile grin stretching his red lips. He starts to saunter close, covering the distance between us in three long strides.

He startles me when he suddenly cages me against the dresser, having my back press uncomfortably against the furniture while his frame looms over my quivering one.

With cunning glints in his crimsons, he says, "Tonight, I'll bring you somewhere myself