119-The Hunter Saw Me
I walked out of the bathroom and left the room in search of that man. I thought I was in a cottage but it was vintage-style old mansion. Everything was in a much darker color
“Come here,” I was passing through the hallway when I heard him call for me. It almost scared me because I didn’t know he was watching me.
There was a dining room right at the corner of the hallway where he had been waiting for me. All the food on the table was a little too much. There were Italian dishes and different kinds of drinks. I must be dreaming.
“This mansion reminds me of fairytales,” I whispered to myself and sat down from across her. The long dining table between us was making it harder for me to get a glimpse of his face.
“I am Kay!” he introduced himself without displaying his surname.
“I am Enya!” I did the same, for some reason, I wasn’t feeling very comfortable.
“Enya! Let’s eat something and then we can get you to the pack nearby and you can call your warden,” his idea sounded promising.
I was very much up for the idea. I started eating the lasagna in haste so that the dinner can end soon and I leave the mansion.
I also ate the lasagna because that is the same he was eating too.
After I was done eating, the guy wiped his mouth and then went straight to the part where I was shocked.
“So who were you running from?” He asked me as he steadily wiped the paper towel between his hands.
“Igu-ess some rogue. I have never met him before,” I lied to keep Thiago’s identity concealed.
“He left some pretty bad marks around your neck,” he tilted his face. I knew he would mention those and he did.
“Yeah! He was powerful” I grabbed the water glass and tried drinking from him to delay and think over my answers first before replying to him.
“Aha! Maybe he was some sort of a unique creature,” he said, not breaking his stare from me. I was slowly getting nervous when noticing how sternly he was looking at me.
“I don’t think so. He was a regular burglar,” I was beginning to feel agitated with his questions. He was sounding like someone who knew some shit but wanted me to spill it.
“Ah! Perhaps with a lot of power?” He smirked to himself and my heart missed a beat.
“I think I should go give my warden a call. How far is the nearest telephone booth?” I asked him instead of letting him investigate me.
“It isn’t that far but my car isn’t in very good shape,” he let out a chuckle and then smirked again.
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