"Women often throw themselves at me," he drawled casually. "Looks like you are no different."
Chloe's heart skipped violently. The sound of his voice confirmed it.
'It's him.'
A shiver ran down her spine. He had spared her then only because she had helped him. This time, he might kill her.
She immediately tried to pull away, panic surging anew, but his grip tightened, holding her firmly against his chest.
"What?" he scoffed. "I stopped you from falling, and now you are trying to run away? How ungrateful."
"Where are you running off to? Come here…" Charles's voice rang out, growing closer.
Her body stiffened. Just moments ago, she had been desperate to escape the stranger's hold. Now, terror drove her to clutch the front of his shirt, pressing herself against him as if he were her only shield.
"Please…" she whispered. "Help me."
Charles stopped in his tracks. His eyes locked onto the sight before him.
