After Dark
I whispered, my voice trembling.
His smile widened, a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down my spine. "Of course I did. I needed to talk to you. Alone." He took a slow step towards me, then another.
My eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but there was nowhere to go. My heart hammered. This was it. This was the moment. He knew.
"You know," he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'."
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