Chapter 11
My face grew pale, light dancing across it. Contrasting sickeningly with lingering fear glued to my heart. I lingered there, back pressed against my chair. The scary man only glared further.
"James.." I whispered.
A loud bang sounded, piercing my ears before I could cry out.
Someone beating on the table. The man slammed his palms outward, making plates scream and forks knock about. My full glass of water fell to the floor.
The look in the man's eyes were wild, violent and sickeningly crazed. I practically froze in my seat, unable to move despite myself.
He directed his look on me, then James.
"Who are you to inform 'er bout Wolfron?" he demanded. "She could be a Hunter in womens' clothes!"
I glared at him, dazed and insulted. "The Hunters are feasting on our food! Remember?" I told him. My voice had floated up, rising loudly. All eyes took me in, looking me over with a judging gaze.
"You got it all wrong, miss," the man growled. "They don't all eat the Feast..some hang back."
James looked at him, eyes glued to the man. Almost glazed with the impact of his words.
"There aint no rules to play along by, miss," he grinned, teeth disgruntlingly brown and crooked. I barely noticed. My only thoughts were terrorized by unknown things.
It seemed now that my cover was history. Every face in the hall was focused on me, the back-talking farm girl. Weak and fragile.
Easy kill.
James didn't leave his seat, not wanting to cause more commotion. No more attention. All I wanted to do was leave. Running away like there was no possible, decernible way to know where I was going. Life was harder than I'd imagined.
YOU ARE READING
Empty as my Heart
AdventureI stared right into the Hunter's eyes, frozen and afraid. Afraid for my life. He just looked at me, calmly and robotically. As if I were just another kill, nothing to worry about. Not a threat to him..or his friend. The raid poured down hard, m...
