Chapter Sixteen

The Villain

I get off the bus for work. The sky is dark, dotted with stars, and illuminated by the chalk-white moon overhead. The street was dead quiet as I walk towards my house, only to come to a halt at the familiar car in my driveway, so out of place in this kind of neighborhood.

He's leaning against his door, hands in his pockets staring at something in the distance. It couldn't be much. All there is around here is broken picket fences and dirt.

He looked like a fallen angel, dark, excruciatingly beautiful and ethereal. Hard to believe that the moon goddess designed me to be his mate. I couldn't match his beauty, his goodness. We were just too different. Maybe Maya was right, he would've been better with her, would've been better if he'd never laid eyes on me.

I knew he sensed my arrival the moment I stepped off the bus but he didn't turn to me. 

"Are you done avoiding me?" I ask, my movements slowing at the end of the dr