Chapter 25: Who Owned it

“Hold on,” she informed, as if the cat could understand her. “I’ll remove it.”

She petted her to calm her and unstuck the fabric. She was about to throw it away, thinking it to be some torn cloth when the silky touch made her hesitate. It was so smooth and fluid. She took a second glance. A handkerchief, beige and looking new, despite the dust and the pinholes where the claws had gone through.

She didn’t own it. Danica went stiff, recalling who might own it.

“You look so innocent right now,” he had said. The way he took it out of his pocket while staring into her eyes. The manipulative owner of this handkerchief. She threw it away as though it hurt her.

“Ugh!” she cried out, anger and embarrassment filling her heart. She had been under his control completely, couldn’t even move. And, and…

How could he?! That was all real. Her, a hunter who had always stood her ground, he played with her like she was not a human or a person who could feel and hurt. She hated him. She hated him so mu