Nefarious

Book 2 of Nyctophilia

The woman is a charm to be sure. She has the right twinkle in her eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber. I usually like that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet this one has that air of power, of total confidence. I back away; she's creepy. She could tell me up was down and I'd follow her just to hear more of her sweet words. There's something in the way she looks at me too, like she's doing so much more than just taking in my form like others do. In that way her own face starts to look like a mask, controlled in order to have a particular effect on me. I mentally put in my ear plugs and find a reason to leave, any excuse will do.